Movies for Rods
I’ve never been a fan of black-and-white
In films of the modern day.
It feels all rather hairshirt-pretentious,
To choose to wallow in grey.
I’ve always thought that Raging Bull and Schindler’s List,
Are a wash of look-at-me grim,
And not brought-on by a limited budget –
But don’t you dare give their hues a trim.
For even more, I hate the arrogant yobs
Who can’t leave well-alone
Who colourise and bastardise,
And completely wreck the tone.
We won’t want some future-tech to force 3D
Onto all the films we’ve made –
So leave the classics just as their artists’ wished,
As they shine in light and shade.
But maybe you like them better when brighter.
Maybe there’s room for us both.
Maybe I need to take a few breaths
And not try to stymie growth.
There’s a rainbow of points of view out there,
And the world is never quite as before –
It’s not such a matter of life and death,
And I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Rhyming Couplets 