Isn't it always the way? You buy your single ticket online, resigned to go and see a movie on your lonesome, destined to spend two hours in a dark cinema trying not to think that Miss Right might be passing by the building right now...
And then your friends totally surprise you by inviting you to a different showing as a group day out! So I went back to my website, only to find the tickets are non-refundable.
Grrr.
Weeell, I'd wanted to
The men in the group were a bit worried at the rather high female-to-male ratio in the audience. 'Psst! It's a chick flick!' I whispered urgently, only to be ignored by Grant who was playing with his i-Pod and showing Kirsty the video of "The Internet is for Pron1"
Oh, by the way: top tip. never ever put Skittles into ice-cream as a sprinkling topping. Those buggers turn nasty when they get cold.
The movie does start in a bit of a clichéd way. Kinda cheesy soundtrack and fly-by shots of Manhattan, and a by-the-numbers bank heist thwarted by G-Girl. But I think this is a red herring, designed to deliberately throw the viewer off guard. It quickly steps into telephone booth, dons it's regular, everyday clothing, and goes back to it's job at a major metropolitan newspaper. And it's off!
I think we all owe
Score: B- Because it's a great film, I had a laugh with some mates, but Miss Right didn't show up. Must have been delayed on the train, or something...
OQ: 'I WARNED YOU MATT SAUNDERS!!!!'
1I've misspelt that word on purpose.
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