Daily and Knightley

Alright, so it's just after midnight, I've just got home from an afternoon shift at work, I'm cleaning the teeth and what pops into my head? The fact that I don't really like Keira Knightley, but I'd respect her more if she did some kind of musical comedy, preferrably with a cockney accent. I mean I'm not asking much, just a bit of rhyming slang and some songs with the word geezer in them. Look at her in that picture, smug and comfortable in her 'uptown girl' world. C'mon Keira, get out of your Tony Blair, jump in you Kareem Abdul Jabbar and give us a ding dong. It's why you Max Factors get paid all that Becks and Posh for. Now if you excuse me, I've gotta go for an Ogden Nash.

The Squid and the Wha.....?

If you've been keeping pace with Rowdy's frenetic posting spree, you may have caught a mention of the film 'The Squid and the Whale', which we saw last Saturday with the indefatigable Marty. An intriguing film showing the destructive powers of divorce, it will also make you writhe with discomfort like a man witnessing his own vasectomy. I was ready to walk out after half an hour, because some of the scenes are just that disconcerting. We stuck it out though, hoping in vain for some comic relief, that mainly coming in the form of the tennis scenes. You'll know what I mean if you watch it, but I strongly advise you not too, not at the cinema at least. It's maybe worth a view on DVD, but you'll probably need a stiff drink beforehand. None of the characters are incredibly likeable, and personally I felt that the flaws in some of the characters were present in me. That adds to the whole discomfort thing, having your perceived shortcomings displayed on a big screen for all to see.

Anyhoo, in conclusion I give this film two shoulders up (as in shrugged).