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Fair Game

This evening I watched Tomb Raider for the first time. I had avoided going to see it in the cinema due to the fact it was universally panned by the critics. Kind of takes the motivation out of it when you’ve already been assured by every tabloid and its supplement mag that the movie is a turkey.

What was interesting was the amount of hard work that Angelina Jolie put in in order to look convincing on screen. On the flip side it’s amazing how a director who is so far out of his depth can convince the studio that he has some kind of vision that will be in the best interests of the project.

This is where Dominic Senna and Simon West have more than one thing in common. Both have directed the talented Angelina Jolie in Gone in Sixty Seconds and Tomb Raider, and neither could direct their way out of a paper bag. It’s just something they cant hide from – it spews forth from the screen, even embarrasingly so on the extras on the DVD for each movie when it becomes quite clear that each of them is convincing no one.

Tomb Raider suffers, for me, because it has so clearly been hacked to death as the movie went along. This has to fall at the feet of the director. The amount of material in the deleted scenes that if left intact would actually have given the story more depth and a little more credibility than the mish-mash of set pieces that it turns out to be.

A shame, really, as Tomb Raider does look great for the most part and the effort that Jolie put into the movie was not matched by the director. With Jan de Bont at the helm of the sequel it will be interesting to see if the franchise can be saved, although I suspect that given the slap-dash treatment de Bont usually delivers (Speed, Twister, et al) it’ll take some doing.

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Why do blondes like BMW’s?

Because they are easy to spell.

Ha.

Ha ha.

*yawn*

What the fark is up with kids these days?! When I were a lad, if it was worth going out in the pissing Scottish rain to go guising or Trick or Treating as they call it across the pond, it was worth getting some decent jokes together to earn your monkey nuts and fruit.

Hell, if it was a good joke and you had a good costume then you might find some change thrown in your polly bag along with the aforementioned monkey nuts and fruit.

Fliss and I went shopping and got said monkey nuts (which Asda hadn’t even placed on the shelf, ffs – we had to ask a man to go and get them for us), plus a tub of sweets and a load of fruit, and we put them in little sandwich bags for the hoardes of callers we were expecting on Hallow’een.

We got two guys – both wearing masks they’d bought at the same flippin’ Asda probably, and the blondes and BMW’s joke was the best they could do. What is it with that? I mean, yeah, we gave them a pair of bags but it was more to get rid of them than to reward them for the effort.

Hallow’een has had it’s day, I think – maybe we can trade the whole event for a long weekend during the summer from now on.

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