Kill Bill

Kill Bill puts a smile on my face. It's so intelligent. It's so vaccuous. It's a gratuitous exercise in pure style. The pacing is exquisite, the execution flawless. And it's so impassioned, so much a work of love.

Quentin and Jean-Luc up a tree-  K, i, s, s, i, n, g.

 And here's a Hollywood action movie without a single explosion in it. The way to get an audience excited is not to hit them and hit them and hit them in the face, but to keep them waiting.

Summer Holiday

We've booked a holiday. We're going by coach to Northern Spain to look at the Picassos.

Then the brochure arrived. All the people in all the publicity shots are grey. There's not a single, young, fit, happening twenty-year old. Everyone- but everyone- is over 50.

Young people do not travel by coach to Northern Spain to look at the Picassos.

I should have guessed as much. But I didn't. My very ignorance betrays how out of touch I am.

We have booked ourselves onto a package holiday for senior citizens.

(Long pause for reflection.)

Oh...........