Another bank holiday weekend... and another one just around the corner at the end of this month. Good stuff.
Alison and I went to the cinema on Monday to see
Inside Man. It was pretty good really. The plot was pretty clever, and it's quite entertaining to see a crime/heist type film in which they get away with the job, rather than getting caught, especially when it's well done and no one gets seriously hurt. See
Ocean's Eleven for further examples. The cast was good - Clive Owen and Denzel Washington are both invariably great and this was no exception. Some of the dialogue felt slightly stilted, especially a couple of bits about race, but that's what you get when
Spike Lee directs, so there you go. The most jarring bit of dialogue was the Mayor calling Jodie Foster's character a "magnificent c**t" which seemed wholly unnecessary, out of character and utterly out of place. Maybe it's just me, and I'm getting more sensitive to bad language these days (I am, I've watched the
Die Hard trilogy lately and felt somewhat bombarded by the F word) but I didn't think there was any need for it. I'm not saying such words should never be used in films - it's put to good use in
American Beauty to highlight the insecurity of Mena Suvari's character - but it did feel very out of place, and it surprised me that it made it's way into a 15. Anyway, there we go.
And now, on a lighter but more painful note,
here's a video of
Boris Johnson careering headfirst into a German chaps crotch during a charity football match, in some sort of peculiar rugby tackle attempt.
See you soon.
PS - No, I haven't used a Boyzone lyric for the post title. It's a Bee Gees lyric. Not much more credibility, but a bit at least.
