Sunshine
Here is my monthly apology for not having blogged very much. I saw that Friend of the Family film by Paolo Sorrentino which was shit-tacular and about as much fun as watching a pigeon eat stale vomit. Sorrentino made The Consequences of Love, which was fantastic, so you can't help but think that half-way through shooting Friend of the Family he must have realised what a dog's arse of a film he was making and lost all heart.
That put me off films for a while until I went to the flash new Apollo cinema in Regent Street to see Sunshine. The big concept of the Apollo is that you pat £12.50 to get in but it is all very Premium Economy in there which means you get reclining seats and fake ice in the bogs. The film was good as well, apart from the ridiculous slasher subplot - only a buffoon would think that a movie about people flying an enormous nuclear bomb into the heart of the sun needed a bit more excitement. It is on a par with trying to liven up your journey into work on the Central line from Loughton with a bit of nude carriage-surfing in the Leytonstone area.
Plus when the crusty space gimp appears they all start talking about God and it threatens to go a bit Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Thankfully that doesn't go on for very long and there is the appropriately trippy ending nicked out of 2001. Go and watch this film at the iMax and take loads of drugs beforehand, lovely.
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