Thursday, 12 February 2009


Flood alert. I set off to the cinema to meet John and found the path led to a fast flowing river. There can be few things more redundant than a bridge that leads to water. Actually it sounds like a Buddhist aphorism doesn't it? Life is but a bridge that leads to water. Death is just a bridge that leads to water. Maybe not.

So - I enjoyed Slumdog Millionaire more than I had expected to. The words 'feelgood movie' always fill me with a particular dread. But I quite liked that conceit of using the questions in the studio and the interrogations of the police to tell the story of the character. It was Kurasowa-like. And the performances were great.

It didn't make me want to go to Mumbai in any kind of a hurry though.


  1. Hi, just popping by because I love your Tales of Terror. I've just posted the Black Ship review on Un:Bound and am looking forward to another volume of creepiness and gruesome death. :)

  2. Hi. Thanks for getting in touch. I'm really glad to hear you've been enjoying the tales of terror. The new batch lurches out from the shadows in October and I like to think its the best one yet. Hope you'll agree.