It’s not often that a chance to see a film that is not on general release till the following week comes up, but courtesy of a random email arriving along with another set of mails asking if I pay too much for car insurance, the opportunity did indeed arise late on Friday night, ahead of the Halloween naughty that was to follow the next day.
It’s kind of like having an additional piece of knowledge which you can use against people and feel smug about, though only in the forums known as “pub quizzes” and also handy for writing occasional film reviews on a lowly blog site.
I’d better get onto the main subject of today’s review before it goes past its Due Date (see what I did there, har har har etc…..I live alone.)

There are two main characters we pretend to care about in this story of woe across the wonderful Disneyland of America, Robert Downey baby, who has enjoyed a great deal of deserved success since his comeback from being on the single female lawyer show, Ally Mcbeal, and a bloke with accompanying beard called Zach Galifianakis, who we last saw as a bloke with accompanying beard in the film The Hangover, in which various drunks tried to replay what happened during a night out in Vegas after loosing the groom.


I have always been a PC man. Not a politically correct man, my views on clubbing baby seals and using the Japanese as toothpicks are well documented, as the pending lawsuits from the RSPCA and Japan will attest to.
Just by listening to people talk about such matters, I feel I don’t have to even watch, which given my full timetable of eating toenail clippings and drive-by floggings, is only a good thing. I can only imagine the horrors behind shows like “Britain’s got carrots”, or “I’m a poor bloke, pay me money to stay in a jungle”, and yet all the while there is the stench that’s rising due to the public appetite for such lies, treachery and deceit.