I want to watch ‘Lucy’ again but it’s 18.30 on Sunday and there will be an influx of small children soon. And ‘Lucy’ isn’t a family film.
So instead, we’re watching ‘Oblivion’. Again.
It’s a good film.
Tom Cruise does what Tom Cruise does, and Andrea Riseborough shows talent by the yard (just watch her in ‘Welcome to the Punch’).
Anyway, back to ‘Lucy’.
It’s about time Luc Beson wrote and produced something else that good.
I hope ‘Lucy 2’ (currently in writing production) will be that thing.
Anyway, to the reason for this meander…
I was mucking out Prem this evening when a snippet of a song popped into my head. Just a refrain, not even a full melodic phrase.
A half-remembered portion of a tune, but it was hypnotic. Three bars of hypnotism. And no idea of the name.
I knew I knew it. But I couldn’t recall it. And not the title.
Gah! So frustrating.
Back home from the world of smelly pony and hay and straw and rugs and grooming and picking out wet hooves, I set myself a-googling.
I don’t remember what the successful search terms were, I only remember that Google didn’t give me the result, YouTube did.
It was a French track from the closing credits of ‘Lucy’.
We watched Ep1 of S1 of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina earlier.
It’s a kind of approximate reimagining of the whole Sabrina The Teenage Witch, except it isn’t. But it is. Sortov.
It’s awful. I mean it’s really really really bad.
The writing is shocking, the acting is dubious, the cinematography is horrible, and the incidental music is irritating beyond description.
I can’t think of a single good thing to say about it.
Except that one of the cast is Jasper Carrot’s daughter.
It really is awful.