New review! Jubilee

I’m (sadly) old enough to remember the Silver Jubilee in 1977. For me it was all sunny days, going to a street party dressed as The Six Million Dollar Man, plastic Union flags attached to pointed-ended plastic sticks (vivid, that memory for some reason) and being told that was Prince Charles who just whizzed past in a blue Rolls-Royce whilst I was looking at something else.

Not a punk memory to be remembered (then again, I was only six). And it was quite a nice time to be alive, as I recall. For this lot, not so much.

Welcome to Derek Jarman’s Jubilee, which was a somewhat more sordid affair. Queen Elizabeth the First clearly wasn’t amused, anyway (wrong queen for that attitude, but you get the drift). She’s travelled into her future to see how her islands are getting on and it’s not good news. The news is rarely good when Toyah Wilcox is involved.

Feral youths prowl the streets. Big business exploits their attitude for financial gain. Things happen for no reason. Etc.

No future, basically. You get the drift. Class war, anarchy in the UK. It’s so dangerous even the Sex Pistols are nowhere to be seen.