We’re getting double-glazing. Had the Man come round to explain it all yesterday and now it’s all booked. How grown up.
Also joined the Blockbuster in Penge, which just goes to show how plenty-domestic we’ve become.
The Dr watched Vanity Fair, but thought it a bit silly and Not Like The Book.
Napoleon Dynamite is not quite the work of genius I’d been led to expect, but is often very, very funny. Some of the dorkiness is especially cringe-worthy for being so well observed. I liked the cow-shooting and the world-weary sighing the best.
Can already hear the obvious comments from those who have experienced my clubbing / wedding disco form. You do not appreciate my Moves.
Still, overall it felt more like a sitcom-type thing than a movie. A good, kooky sitcom off of late-night E4. (Have also been enjoying My Name Is Earl, despite nagging doubts that I should know better. But Jason Lee is always fab.)
Also oddly not-a-movie is The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse, which felt more like a Christmas special than something you’d pay for. The po-mo premise (the fictional characters hunt down their creators) is grotesquely self-indulgent, but it more or less comes off.
Wished they could have resisted Royston Vasey. (And anyway, they’d already killed off Tubbs and Edward…)
Loved the C-plot film, with three diabolic Catholics trying to kill Theodon-King in the most fiendishly diabolic of ways. More of that sort of thing – and more David Warner, and Victoria Wood saying “cock”!
Again, there’s lots of very good stuff in the thing, but I’d much rather see the talented bunch play the whole cast of an entirely new story. Something grotesque and disgusting, with plenty of icky stuff going on. Something to give them new life.
The League of Gentlemen’s Renaissance, perhaps?