Sam spent £9.99 so we could watch a decent Saturday night film.
Unfortunately this Tom Cruise vehicle isn’t it.
This version of The Mummy takes the enjoyable Brendan Fraser film of the same name out for a ride to the dark, dismal and dirty place, in film industry land, where part-formed ideas of awful films live.
And left it dumped there.
The Mummy is a shockingly bad film.
Someone, no, several someones in the US film industry, thought this was a great film to make.
Every single one of those someones was wrong.
The Mummy (2017) is a film of rambling, shambling, idiocy, from a collective of skilled Hollywood professionals.
Top people in the film industry were paid really well, with real money, to make this happen…
So whilst Sam is away in DubaiThailand Myanmar (today), I’m having a quiet time at home.
There’s just me and the four cattens (a name I have designed to bridge the gap between the two cats and the two evil little monsters kittens, obv).
Yesterday (Saturday), I ran Sam’s Honda Superdream down to the garage to have them look at the speedo.
Then I did some stuff but not much stuff, which largely involved drinking hot chocolate, periodically throwing logs on to the fire, feeding the cattens, feeding me, and watching films.
And then I went to bed and watched a couple of episodes of The Man In The High Castle.
Well today I have decided that I’m not even going to get dressed.
The time is just gone 14.30 and the fire is lit again.
The two kittens are asleep, though Lord knows where the cats are.
Outside looking for wildlife to slaughter, probably.
The first film of the day (Lucy) has been watched.
Yesterday I fancied watching something totes trashy, so helped myself to London Has Fallen.
It was fun, in a load of old rubbish kind of way.
After that I needed to give my brain something to think about, so back-to-back watched Eye In The Sky, which made for a peculiar double bill.
But EITS was, as intended, very thought-provoking.
In their own way, though, both of yesterday’s films set high standards. LHF for the thrilltastic bodycount, and EITS for the moral dilemma, which counterpointed the argument that the minute civilians start to make decisions in wartime, the war is either tactically or morally lost.
Today’s film – Lucy – was something quite different.
There can be no doubt that Lucy is a terrific return to form for Luc Besson (even though I am a self-confessed Luc Besson fanboy).
Lucy is a film that is an adrenaline-fuelled cross-genre romp, and I am envious of such a wealth of talent sitting in just one writer/director.
I’ll admit there were a couple of moments borrowed from other films. I’m not saying that 2001: A Space Odyssey features large in the final act, but I half expected to hear ‘My God, it’s full of stars’.
I’m not going to watch any more films today.
One of my guitars will be coming out to play shortly, because it’s time I shared some musical love with my neighbours.
And then I’ll cook, eat, read, listen to music, feed the cattens, go to bed…
There’s a lot to be said for having a quiet weekend.
I stumbled on the ‘no more films’ rule.
I’ve just watched Sicario.
Jesus, what a film!
It’s the ‘war on drugs’ as a piece of street insurrection.