BAD WISDOM is an imaginary film.
Partially imagined by Tenzing Scott Brown.
It is set in the present day, whenever the present day is.
And it tells the story of three young women.
And their quest to save the world.
Or at least saving themselves.
These three young women are Sakura, Miriam and Destinee.
Sakura, Miriam and Destinee live off the Holloway Road in London.
And when we say young, we mean in their late 20s.
The first flush is over.
Sakura is Japanese, she moved to London at the age of 18.
Miriam is north London Jewish.
Destinee is south London second generation Afro Caribbean.
Sakura is mainly into the history of Britpop.
Miriam is mainly into contemporary R&B.
Destinee is mainly into her grandmother’s collection of modern jazz records.
All three like a bit of all sorts of other things.
These others things include The Combahee River Collective.
And bringing down the patriarchy.
All three were at Camberwell College of Art.
It is were they met.
And became best friends.
But that was sometime ago.
The years have begun to drift past.
The focus lost.
There are younger and more vibrant ex-art students on the prowl.
It’s a Tuesday evening, they are in the Good Mixer, sharing wine and stories for old times sake.
The Good Mixer is a bar in Camden Town.
So why are we here?
Because this is where all the Brit Pop gang used to hang out.
Where it all happened.
Where it all went down.
On a miserable Tuesday evening in November like tonight back in 1992 you would have the likes of Brett from Suede, Johnny Dean from…
Johnny Dean from Menswear.
Never heard of them.
Even Justine from Elastica.
Well at least I have heard of her.
Love her paintings.
Love her attitude.
I remember my uncle always going on about this book about these three failed rocks stars or something. And how they decided to set about saving the world, like failed rock stars used to do back in the 80s…
Miriam has not been part of this conversation. She has just been taking the odd sip from her glass of red and staring out into the middle distance of her imagination. But then she turns to the other two..
Is this just another of your rambling stories that go nowhere slowly?
Sakura is not listening, she is checking out if anyone ‘famous’ is in the bar..
Maybe, but that is not the point. The point is these three failed rock stars decided the world needed saving. And the way they way were going to save it was by taking a painting of Elvis Presley to the top of the world and leave it there and…
Hang on a sec Sakura, I wanna hear this.
You can tell us about your exploits with Alex from Blur in a minute.
Carry on Miriam, we’re listening.
Actually maybe one wasn’t a failed rock star, maybe a veteran of some war or other. Afghanistan I think. Or was he a roadie?
Anyway this painting of Elvis left at the North Pole was going to leak love, peace and happiness down the longitudes and out across the latitudes and world peace would surely break out.
And this is what they believed.
And one of the failed rock stars did the painting and they set off.
And they did that?
Well they got as far as a lighthouse on an island off the top of Norway.
The most northerly lighthouse in the world.
And they left the painting of Elvis with the lighthouse keeper.
And he told them he would hang it on the wall of the galley in the lighthouse and…
Well it does not seem to be working.
I mean there does not seem to be anymore love, peace and happiness in the world compared to back then, whenever back then was.
As for the patriarchy, they still need to be brought down.
Sakura has not been listening, she has been checking her phone.
But then she turns to her comrades.
Then I suggest it is down to us.
I will paint a painting of Amy Winehouse and we can take that to this Lighthouse.
Fuck Amy Winehouse, no good vibes are ever going to leak from her.
Then I suggest Nina Simone. She is proper Diva. With all the proper powers.
Yeah, but who the fuck cares about Nina Simone in the here and now real world?
It should be Beyoncé.
Beyoncé is the only living breathing Diva with the power to change things on this world right now.
What say we all each paint our own chosen Divas tonight and tomorrow morning we head for Heathrow and get the first flight to the nearest city to the North Pole.
Or at least the nearest to that lighthouse.
And Destinee bring that credit card you found.
It’s a deal.
Miriam can you get that book your uncle had, so we can check some of the facts?
I don’t think the book was that strong on facts, but I will get it.
The three young women order another bottle of red and make a toast.
Meanwhile in a dark corner of the same bar, three ageing, battered and worn men are sitting around a table nursing their pints and discussing the long un-awaited third part of their trilogy of books. This one is to be called The Fountain of Youth. This will be the last we hear about them, and their Fountain of Youth, in this story.
This opening scene to the film ends with Sonya Madan walking through the doors of Good Mixer. Sakura is overcome. Miriam and Destinee do not know who the fuck she is.
Scene Two is set in Heathrow Airport.
Destinee, Sakura and Miriam are trying to find a flight to the North Pole.
Destinee, Sakura and Miriam are freshening up in the ladies when they come across a poster of Angela Davis blu-tacked to the inside of a cubical.
Destinee, Sakura and Miriam have no idea who Angela Davis is.
Angela Davis will make a profound influence on this film.
Angela Davis will replace Nina Simone, Amy Winehouse and Beyoncé.
The patriarchy will fall.
For the foreseeable future – you can imagine the rest.