Mirth and mayhem
In a US election year, as the culture wars escalate, David remains a man for the times.
ough times call for desperate measures. The Great Depression had Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers because nothing was so bad that it couldn’t be sorted by a vat of Brylcreem and dancing backwards in high heels. As 2020 begins with fire and fury, we get a wave of seem deeply cynical. My spirits have so far been compulsorily lifted to the point of vertigo by the dutiful wartime heroism of ; the dutiful girl power of and, in , a ruthlessly Norman Rockwell-ed Tom Hanks as the freakishly decent legend of US children’s television Mr Rogers. A softly spoken man in a cardigan encouraging us to shoulder the burden of trying to be good. Ten-second silence, please, as we remember that each of us is precious.
