Today I spent two hours staring at The Wall.
I watched Alan Parker’s 1985 film of Pink Floyd’s concept album.
Probably it would be more accurate to call it Roger Waters’ concept album since by this time Pink Floyd had ceased to be a band and had become a vehicle for his bloated ego.
It is fitting that another bloated ego, Bob Geldof, was chosen to play the part of Pink in the movie.
He plays a burnt out rock star going slowly nuts in a hotel. Even the carpets outside the room have rectangular brick-like patterns to emphasise his feelings of mental enslavement.
Pink shaves his eyebrows, drives his wife away, mopes about his lonely childhood, trashes his room, becomes a fascist dictator and winds up heavily sedated in a loony bin. Continue reading
