Push
Oh dear, come on lads, you can do better than that. Not recommended.
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
I liked this. If you like science fiction (surely my sister and I can’t be the only women who do), you will like this.
In the Loop
Very funny. West Wing meets BBC thingy. Full of clever one liners and a cast of thousands; all of them very good.
Syecdoche
I quite enjoyed this. It was a bit long but very clever. Honesty compels me to add that my husband thought that it was utter rubbish as did my friend L who commented that the experience was made worse by pretentious idiots pointing out that it was very clever.
Ice Age 3D
I took the children and the childminder along to see this. They all enjoyed it (seriously beginning to wonder whether F is really 25). I found it a bit dull myself but I had the unalloyed pleasure of taking each of the children on a toilet break during the screening. Daniel was first. He announced “I want to do a wee” and then had to be dragged away from the screen. He had a touch of diarrhoea and when I took him to the bathroom he had done a poo in his underpants. I stripped them off and cleaned him up with toilet paper and water and put on his trousers with no underpants. I then washed the underpants. I tossed out some cinema sweets from their bag and put the underpants in the sweet bag and popped it back into my handbag. There was a time when I might have jettisoned the underpants but there’s a recession on, you know. Michael was next. Due to some poor planning on my part, he had been in the pouring rain with F for some time before the film started. This necessitated a quick dash into Penny’s for new trousers and socks (€4 for the trousers, €2 for 6 pairs of socks – fear child labour – extraordinary contrast with the cinema trip which cost €40 in tickets and €15 (!) in popcorn and ill-fated sweets). He too was anxious to get to the toilet but equally anxious not to miss a minute of screen time: a love divided which led to damp trousers. I noted gloomily in the bathroom that the trousers were wet before we had got all the labels off – surely some kind of record. The Princess’s bathroom trip was only remarkable in that no sooner had she left the auditorium than she hauled out her book (Daisy) and started reading it as she walked. Today at work, I found the sweets which had been tossed into the base of my bag to make room for the pooey underpants. They were a bit fuzzy and I had a mild worry about poo contamination but, reader, I ate them.
The Hangover
I appreciate that I am not the target audience of this film about three men on a stag night in Las Vegas (what can I say, everything else was full) but I did find it anti-woman. The female parts were small but they were: uptight bride to be; harridan girlfriend and hooker. Funny in parts all the same.
