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Last night I saw a new James Bond film called The Skyfall and because I’ve never been paid to be a film critic I’ll only say this about it: I absolutely, utterly and completely adored it. I saw the film at the brand new Vue multiplex cinema in Halifax town centre. We had been without a cinema in Halifax for a decade, so the joy of being able to walk a short distance from my house to see the latest blockbusters is immense (like an immense penis). At the moment I’m like a kid with a new toy with two dicks (like two immense penises).

However the new cinema isn’t quite right just yet and a couple of times the film stuttered and froze, most notably during Q’s entrance, when for a moment it looked like he was having a fit before letting out an enormous fart. I’m sure Pingu from Nathan Barley would have preferred not to be presented this way but those are the breaks and I’m sure that Vue hadn’t intended to embarrass him. And doesn’t a flatulent seizure really sum up show business?

The internet is full of terrible handfisted review blogs so don’t look at those. Stick to reading reviews from people who do it for a living, they’re not always right but at least they know what they’re talking about. My favourite reviewers are Mark Kermode and Andrew Collins. Look them up and give them a kiss. Then make up your own mind

In the words of Adele “Skyfall la la la la Skyfall la la la la Skyfall la la la la Skyfall…”

Chicken Licken

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