I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
A Haunting in Venice. Have you ever been unlucky enough to see the Christmas Special of the execrable Not Going Out, the vain and unfunny Lee Mack’s milch-cow? The one where a group of them (adults) get locked in a Supermarket, then spend the whole night running up and down the corridors believing they’re encountering creatures of the night? Well, this is just like that.
a boring cliché of a film that didn’t so much pluck the low hanging fruit to make its observations about empowerment, enablement, and male entitlement, as much as pick the rotting fruit up from the ground.
Our commissioning editors are the sort of people who could not be trusted to judge an IQ contest between Joey Essex and Bobby Seagull.
In Emily, moments of the absurd provided telling glimpses into the humour and recusant nature of the protagonists, in this, it feels like the writer has provided cameo roles for his favourite jokes.
Got an earworm, wired for sound. Just saying, that's all. AM, FM, he is full of static. Living with an Earwig (1959)Take a look at my hair, it's realAnd if you don't believe what I say, just feelI'm gonna lock it up in a trunkSo no big hunk can steal it away from me. It … Continue reading Walkin’ about with a head full of music.
