It’s Christmas Eve. Also known as day 359 of the year 2012. I’m hanging with the family here at my sister’s place, waiting for the big beardy fella to stop by with all sorts of goodies for my two nieces. There is one tiny drawback to this, which is that it’s harder to get some time to myself to watch a movie, so I waited until everyone else had gone to bed and then I watched this. It’s not Christmassy. I don’t care. Merry Christmas, happy holidays, praise His Noodley Appendage… Whatever you’re into.
“Blogging isn’t writing, it’s graffiti with punctuation” – Elliot Gould as Dr Ian Sussman, delivering my favourite line from today’s movie.
It would appear my impromptu Eva Mendes retrospective has become an actual event. Funny how that happens.
The year is fast running down folks. With less than five weeks left, I could still use any more suggestions any of you have for flicks you want me to see. Feel free to drop a comment on the Suggestions page (the link is up there ↑) and you can check what I’ve already covered on the A-Z. Thank you kindly. And now, let’s take a train…
Yes, I know this isn’t a documentary. I had company most of the day so I didn’t get the chance to see the flick I had selected, but this is based on a true story. That counts for something, right?
Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers – Homer Simpson
When Mrs Andy saw this on sale in Tesco for £3, it was promptly thrown my way and I was told I was watching it. Turns out she can pick a not bad wee film.
Au Revoir folks. Bit of a while since my last review, this is due to me and the old ball ‘n chain having a mild Big Bang Theory addiction and watching it repeatedly. Anyhoo, when this popped up on the telly, she exclaimed that it was a weird film, so I had to watch it. Enjoy
Damn you, Vince Gilligan. Everything I ever watch about drug dealers and producers will now be measured up against Breaking Bad, and will inevitably be found wanting*. I’ll do my best to leave that aside for today though.
I recommend you watch today’s film at your earliest convenience. Given the subject matter though, it’s probably best if you don’t follow my example of watching it with a persistent cough. Might be unnerving for your companions. I’m just saying.
Imagine, if you will, an alternative universe where Tommy Lee Jones is a French ex-footballer and Harrison Ford is a cute blonde girl. Sounds oddly appealing, doesn’t it? It would certainly cast Star Wars in a new light anyway…