
There is no need to tell me. I have suggested many times that I do some reviews that could possibly be of any use to anyone — i.e., reviews of movies at the cinema, rather than stale DVDs that I happen to fancy writing about. My suggestions started politely and have grown increasingly exasperated as I have gone on. I started this blog so that my teenaged self would be forever immortalised — but, I have realised, reviews are not the immortal sort of articles. I’m dead before I began.
Short reviews of: American Beauty, Fight Club and No Country For Old Men.
(Three of my favourite movies ever.)