Danger of the remake

check it out

If you have not seen it. Buy It. If you have not bought it. Get it - REPOMAN

A '63 Margaux, best of the century.

Ok it was not a '63 Margaux. It was a bottle of Chianti Classico. And i wasnt in a high class restaurant. I was in the screen cinema. Back row. Last night. And it wasn't out of the bottle. I brought my own glass. And it was very enjoyable. A few funny looks but it was more like my front room than anything else. And I even had the 'bottle' (if you will excuse the pun), to tell two ladies to shut up and take their chatter outside.

I am going to drink in the cinema from now on.

Roy Scheider RIP

Truffle Shuffle

John Hughes, heed our call

For a while now I've been feeling that something has been missing from my life, a gaping hole where something warm and fulfilling should be. Couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time, until it came to me in a flash. John Hughes . . . . . where has he gone, why has he left us? The man hasn't directed a film since 1991, why is that? Has the creative well run dry?

He is still writing screenplays, it seems, but, by God, they are rubbish. What could have happened? Weird Science, Ferris Bueller . . . . how those films enriched my teenage years, providing me with much mirth and quotable dialogue when my underdeveloped conversational skills were lacking. I hope that he is not all washed up, that he can provide those that have grown up with him another masterpiece. Perhaps a vehicle for the greatest living comedian, Will Ferrell. Now that would be something - Hughes, heed this call. I command thee! Otherwise the world will be an emptier place.