In 1994, he was directing this:
His first feature, which won the BAFTA for best film in 1005. For no particular reason I saw the movie on DVD a few weeks ago. It features an impossibly young Ewan McGregor and as gruesome a plot as you could imagine. It was great, in an inhuman sort of way–all the characters turned out to be creeps. Now he’s directing Queen Elizabeth and her corgis.
The opening of the Olympics was fine, if you like watching overwhelming spectacles on a little TV. I don’t suppose Danny Boyle could do anything about Matt Lauer and Bob Costas, who were both insufferable–they seemed to be delighted that they had no idea who Tim Berners-Lee was. The thing had everything under the sun–including, at the climax, a Pink Floyd song that seemed a little inappropriate to me. But maybe I just don’t get Pink Floyd:
We were scrolling forward and backward, using the DVR, trying to find the good stuff we were sure we must have missed. (Never did find it.) Heard a reference to the inventor of the world wide web, and wondered where Berners-Lee was. However, I did think they redeemed themselves somewhat with the lighting of the torch. The honor guard of construction workers who’d built the stadium was a nice touch, and I liked having the squad of promising young athletes do the lighting. I also liked the Pink Floyd, but then that’s a favorite piece of mine. The torch was cool.
All downhill after that. We missed 007 and the queen, except in the backpatting recap afterward.