The Scotsman

Film Ewen gives us a sneaky insight into his life north of Hadrian’s Wall

There hasn’t been much of a life north of Hadrian’s Wall as the above statement so erroneously states, having been stuck in the fair Welsh capital for the entirety of my Easter holidays (save a lovely trip to the Big Smoke, that Tate Modern is bloody massive).

After a surprise visit from the folks I was relegated to the kitchen floor to sleep at night and make friends from time to time with Mousey, the resident house mouse, as he scurried across the kitchen floor (note: Mousey is a working title until I come up with something more appropriate for him/her).

My time on the floor at night did allow me much telly watching time, indulging in Film Four and the like (which seems to have gone down in quality since it went free) and various John Carpenter DVDs.

I suppose I’m supposed to write something here about 300 by now. I mean, this ramble was already three paragraphs in with nary a whimper of a mention of the history-slaying Looney Tunes war porno that is. I went to see it with the folks and eldest brother in tow, a good old-fashioned night out at the flicks. Surprisingly, my mum thought it was pretty good and the male party despised it. I’m personally fairly ambivalent on the film; if you’re an epic fan, there’s better fare out there (Gladiator say) and if you’re a Frank Miller fan, there’s also better fare out there (Sin City). It’s certainly one of the shoutier films I’ve seen in recent years. Got to round this up now. I’m still sick of the summer sequelitis (Fantastic Four 2, Spider-man 3, Hostel part 2, Bourne Ultimatum ad infinitum), annoyed about the Grindhouse UK split (p.s. fuck the Weinsteins) and still hoping Michael Bay can actually pull it out of the hat and make Transformers cool (Film Si will buy me a drink if he does).