This week I’m only watching films that have submarines in.

Submarines. Amazing things aren’t they? They’re out there right now, floating around under the water. People are living and working on them, sleeping, eating, singing, playing guitars, playing ping-pong… well maybe not ping pong — maybe pong. The paddles in Pong are a lot like submarines, the way they silently hover up and down the blackness of the screen.

The wikipedia has a whole specific page on submarine movies, which is convenient.
I d/loaded and tried watching Das Boot, it means ‘the boat’ in German. I thought it’d be interesting to get the german perspective on the whole u-boats in ww2 thing. Incidentally, u-boat is short for “unterseeboot” in german, which is fair enough, and while we nongerman types make the distinction between submarines and uboats, the germans call all submarines uboats, which I’m sure has resulted in more than a few altercations.

Unfortunately the subtitles in Das Boot were out of sinc with the speaking, so when the captain and cohort were over at the bar saying how it was good for the men to take a rest and whatnot, it showed them passing the odd word to the barmaid. That’s fine, but then they turn around and lean against the bar and some other dude all in uniform comes over and fixes them with dead-steely german gaze and the subtitles say he’s saying, “two beers”. It’s just not right.
I had to abandon das boot and will give d/ling it another try this arvo.

Luckily I had a backup submarine movie ready to go, U-571, a recently-made piece of hollyweird dreck that had (briefly) Kurt Russell in it. Kurt Russell’s acting range spans from playing Kurt Russell, to playing Kurt Russell with a deeper voice. In this one it was the latter. Thankfully his character burnt to death.

It was all about stealing a typewriter, which in fact is something that the British did, not USA, but I guess these things don’t have to tell the truth. That part of the film was over pretty quickly. There was some sub on sub action, which sound pretty homo-erotic, and I guess it is, then the rest was sub vs ship… the sub lurking around, biding it time, waiting for an opportunity to use torpedoes to penetrate the ship’s hull. I wonder what Freud would say about it. I wonder what Jung would say about it.

I have recently been trying to read some Jung. He briefly mentions the point of when he and Freud parted ways — why hasn’t anybody dramatised that?