He has a projector, so every time I go there it's like being at the movies with the added benefit of being able to drink, smoke and pause when necessary.
I'd forgotten most of Last Crusade but what struck us both this time (apart from the fact that the beautiful blonde female lead, Alison Doody, totally would have become a star if she wasn't called Alison Doody) was the palette; all handsome greys and browns, with the notable exception of red either on Nazi regalia or the fezzes worn by the Turkish baddies. And then it struck me what a fabulous, ridiculous piece of headwear the fez is. Impractical but kinda pretty.
I also noticed the fezzes varied considerably in size and proportion (alas, tassle length was difficult to distinguish).
Don't get me wrong, I have an ex-boyfriend who is Turkish and I hold no ill will whatsover against Turkish people or fez-wearers in general, I just find it fascinating that a cherished item of national headwear with ancient roots and religious affiliations has been co-opted by images of ludicrous clandestine cabals and organ grinders' monkeys.
It's become a novelty hat:
This monkey looks like he's plotting revenge.
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