I wasn’t expecting much from this, but was chuckling from the outset. It’s one for fans of Harold & Kumar, Hot Fuzz, Rush Hour and American Pie. Surprisingly, impressively funny.
Baby sick again – she’s vomited about nine thousand times – so not much time for blogging. Still, there’s this to cheer me up …
I was reminded an old post I made here, back when I could write. It’s not that I’ve forgotten how to do it, or magically been zapped by some wicked witch, but I’ve just run out of time and enthusiasm. I wonder if that’s what happens to everyone in the end. When was the last good Metallica album you heard? Isn’t the best recent Ministry album a pale copy of Psalm 69? I might hope for a good new NIN album, but we’ll likely get a dull slab of corporate dad-rock with some tinkly bits.
What happened to us all?
We got old. Rock ‘n’ roll comes with a deadline, and when you reach it, time to die or move on. You’re not supposed to still be there at 50. Continue reading
Well, OK, then! Joss Whedon (of all people) has adapted Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing – and contrary to most reasonable expectations, the critics say it’s pretty good.
Really? Well, here goes: Continue reading
I’ll admit that I’m getting very excited about the new Star Trek film. The last one was a near-perfect example of what family-friendly big-budget action films should be like. Remember how we lamented that they don’t make films like (Star Wars, Indiana Jones) any more? Star Trek was that movie. Now, with the same director and frankly wonderful cast behind it, there’s every reason to believe that JJ Abrams will deliver once again. Continue reading
The new trailer for Iron Man 3 has all the requisite drama and romance and (mostly) explosions, but it has a new, unwelcome trait.
I’m still sick, though clearly not as sick as the people who came up with this nugget.
The minute I saw Thora Birch in Ghost World, I thought she looked familiar. Not because I remembered American Beauty, or because she resembles Jennifer Lawrence in The Hunger Games. I recognised her because I saw myself at that age – belligerently “different”, sneeringly aloof.
Later on, I realised that she was nothing like me at all – just like in Mean Girls, there isn’t much difference between the cruelty of the alternative kids and the snooty jock set, except that here almost everyone is trying desperately to please her and she throws it all back in their faces. Continue reading