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We drove up to Geelong this morning to see 3:10 to Yuma, because an on-form Russell Crowe and Christian Bale in a scary Western sounded like a fine film indeed. When we arrived at the cinema, there were warrning notices about Cloverfield and its handycam posted everywhere.
"Ho ho!" I said, "I'd never go to see that!"
We lasted about 4 minutes in 3:10 to Yuma, as the drama at the start of the movie was filmed in Panic Vision, where the camera shakes around whenever it's with a POV character (Christian Bale's character and his son). The camera went still whenever it was on the character of the wife, but I was already wobbly by then, and I doubt she was going to be the focus of the movie!
After a refund, a little rest and a travel sickness tablet, we went and did lots of useful things that one does while in town, and had a delicious lunch at Irrewarra Bakery (sourdough sunflower seed roll with feta and roasted eggplant and tomato, mmm). We had to have coffee as takeaway, though, as two middle-aged women with unlikely blond bobs sat next to us and went ON and ON and ON about a $2000 handbag ("I didn't get it from MYERS, it's from a little sister shop JUST DOWN THE STREET and it's from INDIA and they don't use child labour, so I feel really good about that!")
I can't help feeling that life is better as a hermit. A hermit with torrents, at any rate.
"Ho ho!" I said, "I'd never go to see that!"
We lasted about 4 minutes in 3:10 to Yuma, as the drama at the start of the movie was filmed in Panic Vision, where the camera shakes around whenever it's with a POV character (Christian Bale's character and his son). The camera went still whenever it was on the character of the wife, but I was already wobbly by then, and I doubt she was going to be the focus of the movie!
After a refund, a little rest and a travel sickness tablet, we went and did lots of useful things that one does while in town, and had a delicious lunch at Irrewarra Bakery (sourdough sunflower seed roll with feta and roasted eggplant and tomato, mmm). We had to have coffee as takeaway, though, as two middle-aged women with unlikely blond bobs sat next to us and went ON and ON and ON about a $2000 handbag ("I didn't get it from MYERS, it's from a little sister shop JUST DOWN THE STREET and it's from INDIA and they don't use child labour, so I feel really good about that!")
I can't help feeling that life is better as a hermit. A hermit with torrents, at any rate.