And with a welcome return for the first time in many many many months of nothing about the film world filling this site, we now return to our regular bile filled hatred of all those who dare to try to be more famous than James Earl Jones.
Let the Right One In
A rather odd choice given all the other films which have graced the screen since the last written cinematic onslaught. I had asked what it was, I was told it was a Swedish Vampire Horror film.
Now just read that line back to yourself.
Swedish Vampire Horror….from the same country that brought us cheap furniture that collapses owing to missing screws and former England football coach Sven Goran Erikson, who is also missing a few screws, we now get this cinematic piece which won an award or something in Scotland, though being honest, KFC wins awards in Scotland for being luxury food.
And it was showing in an arty cinema too.
Right there and then it should have been enough to put me off, as being honest you’ve all seen me and heard me talk, you know that putting me in a situation that requires a beret, gin in one hand while talking in poems about dishwashers and how this film made all human life into butterflys and….I don’t know, I lapse into a coma when confronted with the horror of people talking about sh*t no-one understands or even cares about.