flicks

i love a trip to the local picture palace. this week i've been lucky enough to go TWICE.

broken flowers is the latest from tim jarmusch. what a shit title. what a great film. which incidentally, would look good on the cover of the dvd release.

"what a shit title. what a great film."
- Hoses of the Holy in the Hallmark Universe.

the shithead ticketseller warned me against seeing it. the mindless arrogance of pimply youth. broken flowers hasn't got any explosions in it. it's lost in translation - slow. bill murray does his tired/bewildered thang to the best of his bill murrayness. which is just about as much as i need to tell you to help you decide if this might be of interest.

the corpse bride, by jim burton. that was the other film. and it was ace too. it must have taken hours to make. not the sort of thing you knock off on a friday afternoon, that's for sure. there are many skeletons in it. this might be important to you. but they are all friendly skeletons.

what fantastic times we live in. and what fantastic drugs you can get on the nhs these days.