A TRIP TO THE FLICKS

I've been a bit uninspired by the cinema of late, summer has that way of turning a six week period of dreadful remakes into a cash cow of crap, so it had been a while since I had sat in a suspiciously sticky velour chair for a couple of hours. Last week I saw Woody Allen's new one - "Whatever Works" - I know that is one of the most toecurlingly awful, middle class, bourgeoisie sentences to fall out my mouth, I might as well be wearing elbow patches, buying a £7 organic loaf from "Bread Etcetera" whilst claiming not to watch any TV (apart from Newsnight). That aside, it was good, really good in fact. Proper laugh out loud funny, I've been a bit dubious of Woody since "Match Point" - but I think with his return to comedy, and vitally New York, he's back in the comfort zone and it works.

Secondly, I went to see Twilight, see I'm not a snob. Despite all the (really) bad reviews, I thought it was aight. You know what to expect so I don't see why people would turn up looking for some mad Academy Award winning skills; it's all heavy breathing and betrothals - very mid-western daydream. I do think the whole Mormon abstinence thing is a bit shambolic though, according to True Blood vampires are, err... demonic should we say? No wonder they're getting married.

So, this is what I have seen, and this is what I want to see, how exciting - I love film trailers.

JOIE DE VIVRE!

How unabashedly naughty of me to become so lax in my updating prowess. I do apologise, however some of you probably welcomed the break and in that case you can do one. So, what a lot has happened since I last did write, obviously I'm lying as I have a pathetically boring life, but there have been a couple of very satisfying strolls, or more like sits, on Clapham Common in the super-fly weather. 

Semi-Suburbanite activities aside nevertheless, I must draw your attention to the discovery of the best mood elevator this side of Prozac. Whack on a bit of Brigitte Bardot's Moi Je Joue at the worst of times and they'd be hard pushed not to become the best of times. Perfect for wiggling your toes to whilst you coquettishly chose something to wear pretending it's vintage Givenchy as opposed to Primark and you're the star of your own delightful French film when in reality you're probably standing in a pair of M&S knickers in harsh lighting. 

Sophia Coppola's directing job on the latest Miss Dior Cherie ad featuring the tune is pretty sweet, and I don't even like the perfume that much. Go on, have a listen, have a wiggle and put a bit of Ooh La La into that tired morning routine.

P.S. This post is dedicated to Dan Dan, she's dead good.