Went down the flicks this arvo to watch Limbo, and laughed quite a lot at the beginning, with the refugees on this wee Scottish isle being given an enactment of how not to disrespect women on dance floors, performed by the ever lovely Sidse Babbet Knudsen, and the refugees, all male, looking...
A shame we couldn't see more of him, or any of him in person for many of us, but off he goes, for a ridiculous record fee. And off we go too, without a vast hole in our identity, but more an example of the years to come.
Kabadger. A game fundamentally stolen from India, but used for our shy nighttime creatures in a memorable culling. Contestants must say kabadger repeatedly, but when the black and white crawler was captured, a simple beheading, a gulp of neck-juice, into a kiln it went, and onto the next round...
So i waddled to the Curzon Soho, my first trip into the city centre and the crowds that filled it, many rightly scurrying for shelter as the first of today's storms erupted shortly after the film's end. I was glad, though, that in a cinema of perhaps a 100 seats, only 9 or so were occupied. And...
My options today, which I will choose from, are Curzon and Vue cinemas. And usually I have my local arthouse cinema too.
The film is The World to Come.
It's good to use in London certainly
it isn't often in film that you get the feeling that 2 characters are just in love and that that is what feeds and satisfies them. You might sometimes see them fall in love, and the feeling at the end is that they have finally realised that everything led to this and will stay as this. I wonder...
I made a mistake i shan't soon recover from. I went to see Nowhere Special. I probably should have known, and i recall thinking when my finger hovered over the purchase button at around 5.30 that this wasn't for me, but i am here without company in our capital city, and what better a time to see...
I've a few days back returned from Spain, and am locked away, accompanied by an exercise bike, overtime, homemade bread, and a roaring TV. Friday is my day 5 release test, so I hope for a result on Saturday, and then cinema on Sunday, which is also my birthday. Enthralling eh.
Whilst working...
Turned down the offer of marmalade only this morning. We have some in the fridge, and sometimes Meade Jr asks for it on toast, meaning there's a knife to be licked and, for the love of Keith Barron the third, i put tongue to dull sweet blade like a fatherly gentleman.
The portion I failed to...