While my dog waits for an entry visa, through the magic of 21st century technology we’ve been enjoying long political arguments and indeed some entertainment together across the miles between Ireland and Missouri.
We’re talking Skype. (See the #1 way to stay Irish away from Ireland)
Dog-dog has long had what I consider an unhealthy fascination with surveillance techniques and, for good measure, has idealised Matt Damon as the perfect dog-owner and walker - probably because since the Bourne trilogy Damon is seen as the ultimate Jack Russell on 2 legs.
So last night we had a fight. Me and the dog that is - not me and Matt Damon. The dog was adamant that we should watch The Good Shepherd about the birth of the CIA and of course starring Matt Damon.
I on the other hand fancied seeing Cate Blanchett in something before seeing her in her 2nd Elizabeth role. Indeed I just fancied seeing her. I suppose you could just say I fancied her. Anyway this meant I was pushing for Steven Soderbergh’s homage to 1940s Film Noir with who I thought was not a particularly bad version of a Jack Russell on 2 legs himself, Mr George Clooney, in The Good German, only for the dog to refuse to watch anything not shot in colour. That’s a bit like your date choosing the restaurant after just eating dinner at home.
Still, fair is fair, and Skype is great, and oh yeah the dog pointed out the difference in each films’ Rotten Tomatoes score, so we compromised and together in 2 different continents we watched The Good German Shepherd.