…with a confession. That last night I went to see the new Bridget Jones. I was with the better half and a number of her (female) workmates.
The film wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, although still rather keck. Possibly better than the first one in that it was a more sensible adaptation of the book - a couple of key episodes preserved, and intelligent changes made - rather than episode after episode after episode. There were enough actually funny moments to keep me entertained. Although, it must be said, there wasn’t a whole lot of testosterone in the cinema. Not surprising, really.
I’ve had a whole pile of stuff to post up here lately, but none of it’s happened. Read lots of books, seen lots of movies.
For example, Alien Vs. Predator: very, very not good. Or How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days: not quite as not good, but not far off it. The Big Bounce: (presumably) DTV that actually was quite fun, if only on account of Owen Wilson and Morgan Freeman. Going Postal, the new Discworld from Terry Pratchett, took about 130 pages to get going, but when it did it was a cracker. Still no Night Watch, though. Ian Rankin’s new Rebus, Fleshmarket Close, was very entertaining, whereas Aphrodite by Russell Andrews (nom de plume of an editor-type) is too obviously written to sell and make money.
There’s more. There’s always more. But that’ll do for now.