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Conditions

That Macauley Culkin child actor made a lot of money from his films, I believe. Whether he’s still got the money, or whether it was ‘taken care of’ by some adult in his best interests, I don’t know. But my understanding would be that someone got paid for his acting, and I’d think that the only condition would have been that he do a reasonable job of the acting.

Likewise, I have an idea that Emma Watson is very rich by now. I’ve even stopped minding. Like Hermione, Emma did well at school, or so the press like to tell us. If she’d failed her GCSEs or stayed at home with a headache too often, would she have made less money from her films?

I’m pretty sure that Tom Hanks gets his money, regardless of what he gets up to privately. Though, of course, he’s an adult. White. Male. American. He deserves his money. Just like Emma and Macauley.

Azhar and Rubina from Slumdog Millionnaire, however, will lose the money set aside for them (notice the words ‘set aside’) if their attendance at school doesn’t improve. So, one can safely assume they didn’t merit being paid for that acting they did in the film? Once and for all, I mean.

The money they stand to lose is rather less than western child stars are paid. Maybe that’s OK, although I’m not convinced of that either. It’s good that people try to get them an education. But they’ve earned that money! Even if some adult goes and spends it all on drink or gambling on their behalf, I don’t see why they are treated differently.

Because they are not white, or from the west, maybe?

Perhaps we should remove the money Lindsey Lohan made from her acting? After all, some of her more recent behaviour hasn’t been totally sane or decent. Daniel Radcliffe didn’t continue with his education. I think it’s OK. The world has gained a wizard young actor, and he can always go back to school later, should he want to.

Azhar lost his father recently, and has been off school because he was upset over this. So let’s take his money away.

But by all means, let’s treat people from India less fairly. (Or have I misunderstood things?)

Promises, promises

We have just watched Freaky Friday, the 2003 version, for the umpteenth time. Less umpteenth for me than for Daughter, who can quote every line. I give in more easily over Freaky Friday than with many other films, because I have a guilty conscience. It’s like the fish & chips in Penzance.

I said we’d go and see FF during the Christmas holidays. Plenty of time. The day before term started we had yet to go, and I felt so tired and unwell that Daughter generously let me off the hook. That’s why I bought the film as soon as the DVD was in the shops, which is very unlike me. Guilt.

The fish in Penzance proved even harder. I promised her fish & chips for dinner one night. The restaurant, which as far as I can remember was covered in fishing nets and the like, didn’t serve fish & chips. “OK, we’ll have it tomorrow, then”. You’d think it wouldn’t be hard to find fish in an English harbour town. It was. We walked round the town centre twice, in the freezing cold. The only place we found was of the eat-it-on-the-pavement type, which when it feels like Siberia and you have four hours before the train leaves, is not a good option. I was let off the hook again, and we froze like mad in the pizza restaurant in the cinema instead. But at least we had somewhere to sit.

The Egyptian House, Penzance

I have a horrible suspicion that I still owe Daughter the fish & chips. And that’s why we sometimes sit down with Freaky Friday again.

(It is actually an enjoyable film with the back-to-front mother and daughter roles. I have difficulty keeping up with the role reversal at times, but it’s still fun. And I never eat fortune cookies.)