Films I watched this week (NO SPOILERS) (Vol 3)
Discussion
MiniMan64 said:
Liked the Batman, impressed they managed a fresh take on the story after all the previous versions.
I’m not going anywhere near Moonfall, even as a laughably bad brain out film. Emmerich needs to give the end of the world a rest.
Watched Free Guy this week and enjoyed muchly. It’s not going to win any awards but it’s a fun enjoyably predictable film with lots of pop culture references, a lot of Ryan Reynolds and the great Jodie Comer. Avoid if those things aren’t for you.
Truman Show meets Ready Player One.
Absolutely love Free Guy.I’m not going anywhere near Moonfall, even as a laughably bad brain out film. Emmerich needs to give the end of the world a rest.
Watched Free Guy this week and enjoyed muchly. It’s not going to win any awards but it’s a fun enjoyably predictable film with lots of pop culture references, a lot of Ryan Reynolds and the great Jodie Comer. Avoid if those things aren’t for you.
Truman Show meets Ready Player One.
darreni said:
DodgyGeezer said:
Venom: Let there be Garbage - some bits were enjoyable (it did strike me that Harry the Resident Alien has based his voice on Venom's) but...
Lol, watched it last night. It has all the right ingredients, Tom Hardy, Woody Harellson, Stephen Graham, Marvel etc, yet manages to be utter s
te. A shame. A Dangerous Man (Steven Seagullst) - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1360767/
a very poor effort. Fat former special forces bod get out of prison and batters triads (to be fair given his size he would appear to be rather fond of batter). The martial arts fights were laughably poor (I'm convinced that anything not close-up was a bodytriple double) and the 'good guys' are the duma sorry Russian mob...
t) - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1360767/a very poor effort. Fat former special forces bod get out of prison and batters triads (to be fair given his size he would appear to be rather fond of batter). The martial arts fights were laughably poor (I'm convinced that anything not close-up was a body
Brother D said:
The Game
bd! It's been over a year!https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Game_(mind_gam...
CAH706 said:
Watched The Way Way Back after seeing it mentioned on here some time ago
Really good family film that kept a usually hard to please 13 year old son and wife entertained.
If anyone has any similar gems then I’m all ears
That's was probs me as I'm a big champion for that film and it's very underrated. A modern take on the 80's coming of age film that openly sets the parents who grew up on 80's coming of age films (and the consequences) against the kids.Really good family film that kept a usually hard to please 13 year old son and wife entertained.
If anyone has any similar gems then I’m all ears
I've struggled to find similar. However my kids keep coming back to these (beyond the classics):
Super 8: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-0XuYxh67w
Scott Pilgrim vs The World (a cult classic but can be a little sexy in places - 12A rating so all good, just be prepared for the embarrassment): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wd5KEaOtm4
ben5575 said:
CAH706 said:
Watched The Way Way Back after seeing it mentioned on here some time ago
Really good family film that kept a usually hard to please 13 year old son and wife entertained.
If anyone has any similar gems then I’m all ears
That's was probs me as I'm a big champion for that film and it's very underrated. A modern take on the 80's coming of age film that openly sets the parents who grew up on 80's coming of age films (and the consequences) against the kids.Really good family film that kept a usually hard to please 13 year old son and wife entertained.
If anyone has any similar gems then I’m all ears
I've struggled to find similar. However my kids keep coming back to these (beyond the classics):
Super 8: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-0XuYxh67w
Scott Pilgrim vs The World (a cult classic but can be a little sexy in places - 12A rating so all good, just be prepared for the embarrassment): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wd5KEaOtm4
By coincidence, We watched Super 8 the other day and had earmarked Scott Pilgrim to watch so will definitely give that a go next weekend.
cuprabob said:
Downton Abbey: A New Era
Saw it this afternoon at the cinema. Don't judge me, I had my weekly free ticket courtesy of O2 Priority and it was the only film that was on at a convenient time and I hadn't seen, honest
It wasn't as bad as I expected, a solid 6/10.
No such thing as a solid 6/10. Saw it this afternoon at the cinema. Don't judge me, I had my weekly free ticket courtesy of O2 Priority and it was the only film that was on at a convenient time and I hadn't seen, honest
It wasn't as bad as I expected, a solid 6/10.
V8mate said:
cuprabob said:
Downton Abbey: A New Era
Saw it this afternoon at the cinema. Don't judge me, I had my weekly free ticket courtesy of O2 Priority and it was the only film that was on at a convenient time and I hadn't seen, honest
It wasn't as bad as I expected, a solid 6/10.
No such thing as a solid 6/10. Saw it this afternoon at the cinema. Don't judge me, I had my weekly free ticket courtesy of O2 Priority and it was the only film that was on at a convenient time and I hadn't seen, honest
It wasn't as bad as I expected, a solid 6/10.
Brother D said:
smithyithy said:
The Northman
Glad I saw this at the cinema last night as it's a film that really benefits from the big screen experience..
I can see how it wouldn't be to everyone's taste, and certainly there was a small group in front of us at the cinema that I feel might have just seen the poster and assumed it was a 'generic' Viking film, as they looked a bit perplexed in parts..
But I'm a big fan of Eggers films The Witch and The Lighthouse, so this didn't disappoint in the slightest. Absolutely superb.
I saw this tonight after a recommendation from The Critocal Drinker. It was pretty good tbh if you are slightly into the viking stuff with some solid performances across the board.Glad I saw this at the cinema last night as it's a film that really benefits from the big screen experience..
I can see how it wouldn't be to everyone's taste, and certainly there was a small group in front of us at the cinema that I feel might have just seen the poster and assumed it was a 'generic' Viking film, as they looked a bit perplexed in parts..
But I'm a big fan of Eggers films The Witch and The Lighthouse, so this didn't disappoint in the slightest. Absolutely superb.
Some how had couples either side narrating the whole way thru despite a stern stfu. (Which was warranted tbf)
7 out of 10 avengences.
SpeckledJim said:
Stan the Bat said:
yellowjack said:
Pretty Woman 1990
What can I say? This movie is just one of those monuments that mark a fork in my road through life. It's far from the best movie I've seen, but it's probably the one that means the most to me personally. I hadn't watched it in 20 years or more, but found it one night on TV and decided to give it another whirl.
Instantly I was transported back to June 1990. A train trip from Wool to Bournemouth to meet a girl for a drink. We'd met a couple of years earlier. She was a student nurse when I was admitted to hospital with a blood clot. I wrote to her later, at the hospital, and despite getting her name wrong, and her having moved wards, the letter got to her and I even got a reply. Not the reply I wanted, but we carried on writing as friends, and we each carried on seeing other people. Back to that night, though, and I turn up to meet her and she "doesn't fancy going for a drink" after all. I'm slightly crushed, but she suggests the cinema.
Looking up at the titles over the box office at the Odeon, I can see Dolph Lundgren as 'The Punisher', and Steven Seagal being 'Hard To Kill'. Both of which appeal to 19-year old me. But we end up sitting in the end two seats of a row mid-way up the stalls, infrom front of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere playing out an unlikely love story. Things get uncomfortable part way through, her hand on my hand, and on my thigh. I'm confused. Long story short? I walk her home, she berates me for not reading between the lines in her letters for months, and asks me straight out if I'm interested in her romantically. Well, durgh? Of course I am, but she's a goddess and I'd be punching well above my weight here. But she invites me in, and I set about proving my romantic mettle by promptly falling asleep on the floor in her parents' living room. She proves hers by staying with me all night and gently waking me in the early hours so I can get the first train back to barracks.
Still, it wasn't a total wash-out. A year later we were married and last week I was watching that same movie in bed, her sleeping quietly beside me over thirty years later, the tables well and truly turned, and I'm thinking... "She's still got it", "I'm still punching well above my weight" and "Without that 'date' at this movie, I don't think we'd have ended up together". Thank Heaven I didn't press too hard for an evening with Steven Seagal is all I can say...
9 Standard 'H' transmissions/10 Obscene amounts of money...
Great story. What can I say? This movie is just one of those monuments that mark a fork in my road through life. It's far from the best movie I've seen, but it's probably the one that means the most to me personally. I hadn't watched it in 20 years or more, but found it one night on TV and decided to give it another whirl.
Instantly I was transported back to June 1990. A train trip from Wool to Bournemouth to meet a girl for a drink. We'd met a couple of years earlier. She was a student nurse when I was admitted to hospital with a blood clot. I wrote to her later, at the hospital, and despite getting her name wrong, and her having moved wards, the letter got to her and I even got a reply. Not the reply I wanted, but we carried on writing as friends, and we each carried on seeing other people. Back to that night, though, and I turn up to meet her and she "doesn't fancy going for a drink" after all. I'm slightly crushed, but she suggests the cinema.
Looking up at the titles over the box office at the Odeon, I can see Dolph Lundgren as 'The Punisher', and Steven Seagal being 'Hard To Kill'. Both of which appeal to 19-year old me. But we end up sitting in the end two seats of a row mid-way up the stalls, in
Still, it wasn't a total wash-out. A year later we were married and last week I was watching that same movie in bed, her sleeping quietly beside me over thirty years later, the tables well and truly turned, and I'm thinking... "She's still got it", "I'm still punching well above my weight" and "Without that 'date' at this movie, I don't think we'd have ended up together". Thank Heaven I didn't press too hard for an evening with Steven Seagal is all I can say...
9 Standard 'H' transmissions/10 Obscene amounts of money...
Edited by yellowjack on Tuesday 19th April 11:22
Mr Whippy said:
SpeckledJim said:
Stan the Bat said:
yellowjack said:
Pretty Woman 1990
What can I say? This movie is just one of those monuments that mark a fork in my road through life. It's far from the best movie I've seen, but it's probably the one that means the most to me personally. I hadn't watched it in 20 years or more, but found it one night on TV and decided to give it another whirl.
Instantly I was transported back to June 1990. A train trip from Wool to Bournemouth to meet a girl for a drink. We'd met a couple of years earlier. She was a student nurse when I was admitted to hospital with a blood clot. I wrote to her later, at the hospital, and despite getting her name wrong, and her having moved wards, the letter got to her and I even got a reply. Not the reply I wanted, but we carried on writing as friends, and we each carried on seeing other people. Back to that night, though, and I turn up to meet her and she "doesn't fancy going for a drink" after all. I'm slightly crushed, but she suggests the cinema.
Looking up at the titles over the box office at the Odeon, I can see Dolph Lundgren as 'The Punisher', and Steven Seagal being 'Hard To Kill'. Both of which appeal to 19-year old me. But we end up sitting in the end two seats of a row mid-way up the stalls, infrom front of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere playing out an unlikely love story. Things get uncomfortable part way through, her hand on my hand, and on my thigh. I'm confused. Long story short? I walk her home, she berates me for not reading between the lines in her letters for months, and asks me straight out if I'm interested in her romantically. Well, durgh? Of course I am, but she's a goddess and I'd be punching well above my weight here. But she invites me in, and I set about proving my romantic mettle by promptly falling asleep on the floor in her parents' living room. She proves hers by staying with me all night and gently waking me in the early hours so I can get the first train back to barracks.
Still, it wasn't a total wash-out. A year later we were married and last week I was watching that same movie in bed, her sleeping quietly beside me over thirty years later, the tables well and truly turned, and I'm thinking... "She's still got it", "I'm still punching well above my weight" and "Without that 'date' at this movie, I don't think we'd have ended up together". Thank Heaven I didn't press too hard for an evening with Steven Seagal is all I can say...
9 Standard 'H' transmissions/10 Obscene amounts of money...
Great story. What can I say? This movie is just one of those monuments that mark a fork in my road through life. It's far from the best movie I've seen, but it's probably the one that means the most to me personally. I hadn't watched it in 20 years or more, but found it one night on TV and decided to give it another whirl.
Instantly I was transported back to June 1990. A train trip from Wool to Bournemouth to meet a girl for a drink. We'd met a couple of years earlier. She was a student nurse when I was admitted to hospital with a blood clot. I wrote to her later, at the hospital, and despite getting her name wrong, and her having moved wards, the letter got to her and I even got a reply. Not the reply I wanted, but we carried on writing as friends, and we each carried on seeing other people. Back to that night, though, and I turn up to meet her and she "doesn't fancy going for a drink" after all. I'm slightly crushed, but she suggests the cinema.
Looking up at the titles over the box office at the Odeon, I can see Dolph Lundgren as 'The Punisher', and Steven Seagal being 'Hard To Kill'. Both of which appeal to 19-year old me. But we end up sitting in the end two seats of a row mid-way up the stalls, in
Still, it wasn't a total wash-out. A year later we were married and last week I was watching that same movie in bed, her sleeping quietly beside me over thirty years later, the tables well and truly turned, and I'm thinking... "She's still got it", "I'm still punching well above my weight" and "Without that 'date' at this movie, I don't think we'd have ended up together". Thank Heaven I didn't press too hard for an evening with Steven Seagal is all I can say...
9 Standard 'H' transmissions/10 Obscene amounts of money...
Edited by yellowjack on Tuesday 19th April 11:22
Ace-T said:
Mr Whippy said:
SpeckledJim said:
Stan the Bat said:
yellowjack said:
Pretty Woman 1990
What can I say? This movie is just one of those monuments that mark a fork in my road through life. It's far from the best movie I've seen, but it's probably the one that means the most to me personally. I hadn't watched it in 20 years or more, but found it one night on TV and decided to give it another whirl.
Instantly I was transported back to June 1990. A train trip from Wool to Bournemouth to meet a girl for a drink. We'd met a couple of years earlier. She was a student nurse when I was admitted to hospital with a blood clot. I wrote to her later, at the hospital, and despite getting her name wrong, and her having moved wards, the letter got to her and I even got a reply. Not the reply I wanted, but we carried on writing as friends, and we each carried on seeing other people. Back to that night, though, and I turn up to meet her and she "doesn't fancy going for a drink" after all. I'm slightly crushed, but she suggests the cinema.
Looking up at the titles over the box office at the Odeon, I can see Dolph Lundgren as 'The Punisher', and Steven Seagal being 'Hard To Kill'. Both of which appeal to 19-year old me. But we end up sitting in the end two seats of a row mid-way up the stalls, infrom front of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere playing out an unlikely love story. Things get uncomfortable part way through, her hand on my hand, and on my thigh. I'm confused. Long story short? I walk her home, she berates me for not reading between the lines in her letters for months, and asks me straight out if I'm interested in her romantically. Well, durgh? Of course I am, but she's a goddess and I'd be punching well above my weight here. But she invites me in, and I set about proving my romantic mettle by promptly falling asleep on the floor in her parents' living room. She proves hers by staying with me all night and gently waking me in the early hours so I can get the first train back to barracks.
Still, it wasn't a total wash-out. A year later we were married and last week I was watching that same movie in bed, her sleeping quietly beside me over thirty years later, the tables well and truly turned, and I'm thinking... "She's still got it", "I'm still punching well above my weight" and "Without that 'date' at this movie, I don't think we'd have ended up together". Thank Heaven I didn't press too hard for an evening with Steven Seagal is all I can say...
9 Standard 'H' transmissions/10 Obscene amounts of money...
Great story. What can I say? This movie is just one of those monuments that mark a fork in my road through life. It's far from the best movie I've seen, but it's probably the one that means the most to me personally. I hadn't watched it in 20 years or more, but found it one night on TV and decided to give it another whirl.
Instantly I was transported back to June 1990. A train trip from Wool to Bournemouth to meet a girl for a drink. We'd met a couple of years earlier. She was a student nurse when I was admitted to hospital with a blood clot. I wrote to her later, at the hospital, and despite getting her name wrong, and her having moved wards, the letter got to her and I even got a reply. Not the reply I wanted, but we carried on writing as friends, and we each carried on seeing other people. Back to that night, though, and I turn up to meet her and she "doesn't fancy going for a drink" after all. I'm slightly crushed, but she suggests the cinema.
Looking up at the titles over the box office at the Odeon, I can see Dolph Lundgren as 'The Punisher', and Steven Seagal being 'Hard To Kill'. Both of which appeal to 19-year old me. But we end up sitting in the end two seats of a row mid-way up the stalls, in
Still, it wasn't a total wash-out. A year later we were married and last week I was watching that same movie in bed, her sleeping quietly beside me over thirty years later, the tables well and truly turned, and I'm thinking... "She's still got it", "I'm still punching well above my weight" and "Without that 'date' at this movie, I don't think we'd have ended up together". Thank Heaven I didn't press too hard for an evening with Steven Seagal is all I can say...
9 Standard 'H' transmissions/10 Obscene amounts of money...
Edited by yellowjack on Tuesday 19th April 11:22
I think we've both got a box each with the letters we wrote to each other. That should help with a script. And the real clincher? The bit I edited out of the last paragraph? Between that "first date" and us getting married the following year, I managed to fit in going back to my unit in Germany, breaking the bad news to the girl I'd been seeing out there (to be fair that relationship had pretty much run it's course anyway), an 'Exercise Medicine Man' training deployment in Canada in sub zero temperatures. A warning order for deployment to Saudi Arabia on Operation Granby 2 as a part of 4 Armoured Brigade. That Op being brought forward into "Granby 1.5" where instead of replacing 7 Armoured Brigade we deployed alongside them. Managing to get a 72 hour leave pass and a plane to the UK. Meeting her at Heathrow, travelling with her to see my parents. Having "that talk" in a room at the Dragon Hotel, Swansea where I asked her to call it a day there and then if she wasn't going to be there when I got back. Her telling me that I'd have to propose if that's what I wanted. Me proposing right there and then and being told that I'd "have to do it properly, silly". Us buying and swapping (fairly cheap) engagement rings the following day to make it official. Me going back to Germany again and being propositioned by that ex in a nightclub - the offer of a threesome to win me back no less! I turned that down without a second thought. I spent Christmas in barracks in Germany, then flew to Saudi Arabia between Christmas and New Year. Fought(ish) a war, including, before the land war started, a totally corny scene where I was finishing servicing my "little tank" one evening at sunset and (I kid you not!) I was stood on top of the tank, wiping oil off my hands with a rag, watching two US Army Huey helicopters fly across the desert while I listened to Louis Armstrong's Wonderful World on my bright yellow Sony Sport Walkman. It was the last track on my cassette copy of the Good Mornin' Vietnam sountrack album. Oh, and to top it all off, after I got back from Iraq, I got called forward as a reserve for a 9 month long career course right across my wedding date. I asked if I could delay the course but was told in no uncertain terms that if I turned this one down I could wait years for another. And while on the course I asked if I could have some leave for (even a short) honeymoon and was basically told "your weekends are your own, but if you're not back here in class the following Monday you'll be RTU'd (returned to unit) and put down as a 'Fail' with no second chance". So there we were, newly married, having spent only one night together afterwards, saying goodbye (again!) on the Embankment just down from the Palace Of Westminster. She needed a train back to her parents' house in Bournemouth, I needed one back to barracks in Chatham, Kent. Victoria Embankment was convenient because it was "neutral territory" between the stations we each needed. And now, on the wall downstairs, hangs a signed limited edition print of a (suitably bleak) painting by Henderson Cisz of that very location...
...cue a pre-credits final "flash-forward" scene where a couple's two sons are taking down the print from the wall while clearing the house and wondering why their parents bought this particular view of London. Or maybe that could be the opening scene? Damnit, this script could write it's bloody self! Anyone got a number for this Richard Curtis character?? It could be a greater love story than even 'Bridges Of Maddison County', my all time favourite romantic movie...
Edited by yellowjack on Wednesday 4th May 01:00
yellowjack said:
I think we've both got a box each with the letters we wrote to each other. That should help with a script. And the real clincher? The bit I edited out of the last paragraph? Between that "first date" and us getting married the following year, I managed to fit in going back to my unit in Germany, breaking the bad news to the girl I'd been seeing out there (to be fair that relationship had pretty much run it's course anyway), an 'Exercise Medicine Man' training deployment in Canada in sub zero temperatures. A warning order for deployment to Saudi Arabia on Operation Granby 2 as a part of 4 Armoured Brigade. That Op being brought forward into "Granby 1.5" where instead of replacing 7 Armoured Brigade we deployed alongside them. Managing to get a 72 hour leave pass and a plane to the UK. Meeting her at Heathrow, travelling with her to see my parents. Having "that talk" in a room at the Dragon Hotel, Swansea where I asked her to call it a day there and then if she wasn't going to be there when I got back. Her telling me that I'd have to propose if that's what I wanted. Me proposing right there and then and being told that I'd "have to do it properly, silly". Us buying and swapping (fairly cheap) engagement rings the following day to make it official. Me going back to Germany again and being propositioned by that ex in a nightclub - the offer of a threesome to win me back no less! I turned that down without a second thought. I spent Christmas in barracks in Germany, then flew to Saudi Arabia between Christmas and New Year. Fought(ish) a war, including, before the land war started, a totally corny scene where I was finishing servicing my "little tank" one evening at sunset and (I kid you not!) I was stood on top of the tank, wiping oil off my hands with a rag, watching two US Army Huey helicopters fly across the desert while I listened to Louis Armstrong's Wonderful World on my bright yellow Sony Sport Walkman. It was the last track on my cassette copy of the Good Mornin' Vietnam sountrack album. Oh, and to top it all off, after I got back from Iraq, I got called forward as a reserve for a 9 month long career course right across my wedding date. I asked if I could delay the course but was told in no uncertain terms that if I turned this one down I could wait years for another. And while on the course I asked if I could have some leave for (even a short) honeymoon and was basically told "your weekends are your own, but if you're not back here in class the following Monday you'll be RTU'd (returned to unit) and put down as a 'Fail' with no second chance". So there we were, newly married, having spent only one night together afterwards, saying goodbye (again!) on the Embankment just down from the Palace Of Westminster. She needed a train back to her parents' house in Bournemouth, I needed one back to barracks in Chatham, Kent. Victoria Embankment was convenient because it was "neutral territory" between the stations we each needed. And now, on the wall downstairs, hangs a signed limited edition print of a (suitably bleak) painting by Henderson Cisz of that very location...
...cue a pre-credits final "flash-forward" scene where a couple's two sons are taking down the print from the wall while clearing the house and wondering why their parents bought this particular view of London. Or maybe that could be the opening scene? Damnit, this script could write it's bloody self! Anyone got a number for this Richard Curtis character?? It could be a greater love story than even 'Bridges Of Maddison County', my all time favourite romantic movie...
Edited by yellowjack on Wednesday 4th May 01:00
rasto said:
yellowjack said:
I think we've both got a box each with the letters we wrote to each other. That should help with a script. And the real clincher? The bit I edited out of the last paragraph? Between that "first date" and us getting married the following year, I managed to fit in going back to my unit in Germany, breaking the bad news to the girl I'd been seeing out there (to be fair that relationship had pretty much run it's course anyway), an 'Exercise Medicine Man' training deployment in Canada in sub zero temperatures. A warning order for deployment to Saudi Arabia on Operation Granby 2 as a part of 4 Armoured Brigade. That Op being brought forward into "Granby 1.5" where instead of replacing 7 Armoured Brigade we deployed alongside them. Managing to get a 72 hour leave pass and a plane to the UK. Meeting her at Heathrow, travelling with her to see my parents. Having "that talk" in a room at the Dragon Hotel, Swansea where I asked her to call it a day there and then if she wasn't going to be there when I got back. Her telling me that I'd have to propose if that's what I wanted. Me proposing right there and then and being told that I'd "have to do it properly, silly". Us buying and swapping (fairly cheap) engagement rings the following day to make it official. Me going back to Germany again and being propositioned by that ex in a nightclub - the offer of a threesome to win me back no less! I turned that down without a second thought. I spent Christmas in barracks in Germany, then flew to Saudi Arabia between Christmas and New Year. Fought(ish) a war, including, before the land war started, a totally corny scene where I was finishing servicing my "little tank" one evening at sunset and (I kid you not!) I was stood on top of the tank, wiping oil off my hands with a rag, watching two US Army Huey helicopters fly across the desert while I listened to Louis Armstrong's Wonderful World on my bright yellow Sony Sport Walkman. It was the last track on my cassette copy of the Good Mornin' Vietnam sountrack album. Oh, and to top it all off, after I got back from Iraq, I got called forward as a reserve for a 9 month long career course right across my wedding date. I asked if I could delay the course but was told in no uncertain terms that if I turned this one down I could wait years for another. And while on the course I asked if I could have some leave for (even a short) honeymoon and was basically told "your weekends are your own, but if you're not back here in class the following Monday you'll be RTU'd (returned to unit) and put down as a 'Fail' with no second chance". So there we were, newly married, having spent only one night together afterwards, saying goodbye (again!) on the Embankment just down from the Palace Of Westminster. She needed a train back to her parents' house in Bournemouth, I needed one back to barracks in Chatham, Kent. Victoria Embankment was convenient because it was "neutral territory" between the stations we each needed. And now, on the wall downstairs, hangs a signed limited edition print of a (suitably bleak) painting by Henderson Cisz of that very location...
...cue a pre-credits final "flash-forward" scene where a couple's two sons are taking down the print from the wall while clearing the house and wondering why their parents bought this particular view of London. Or maybe that could be the opening scene? Damnit, this script could write it's bloody self! Anyone got a number for this Richard Curtis character?? It could be a greater love story than even 'Bridges Of Maddison County', my all time favourite romantic movie...
Edited by yellowjack on Wednesday 4th May 01:00
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