Fighting The Flab

I feel this is unfair... Dan's account of the evening is quite accurate, although I feel he stops short of telling the truth about the film 'We need totalk about Kevin', basically it is arty crap and to be fair if you have money to spend on going to watch it then you have too much money and second you should be helping the country out of recession by spending it elsewhere. Also, the two hours spent watching the film could be better spent by doing quite literally, anything else on the planet. I myself, found it a great time to catch up on 40 winks here and there...

So, OK, the film choice was mine... and yes I made a mistake, however, I have chosen many other films to watch that have been brilliant and inspired choices. My main defence for choosing this film is the tubes fault :o)

You see, I have been working in London and have been travelling on the tube every day and every evening, mainly in a dream like comatose state due to the times of my travel and the amount of time I spend at work, and a new born child and teething and and and etc... You get the picture, I am tired and half awake. Well, the tube is littered with literally several posters, all moody and red of this film "we need to talk about Kevin" with lots of stars and quotes from critics. I became mesmerised by the poster, I even saw it whilst asleep... it’s a good poster.

When our night got ruined by castaways (EXPLITIVE DELEATED) and the girls started talking about scary films, I was all up for paranormal activity 3, but apparently it’s too scary... so my mind wandered to this poster... I suggested the film and the girls went and researched it, (I did as well) and all the reviews were amazing! One even said it was the scariest film of the year. Now OK, to be fair this should have sent alarm bells ringing, especially the awards from film festivals, one review even mentioned the amount of red in the film and the way it was used... again alarm bells should be ringing... and normally they would... but this time nothing. Maybe it was because I was tired, maybe it was because I was angry and hurt because I couldn’t dress up as a witch and was bitterly disappointed for the girls who had put in a lot of work for the costumes... whichever it was I am not sure, but the alarms did not trigger.

When the opening credits rolled and I saw it was a BBC film, British film council, national lottery awarded funds, Cannes palm winner etc... I looked at Dan and even said out loud a nasty word... I knew... and I think Dan did too... we had come to watch the antichrist of films... the arty blurry focussed acclaimed gold polished turd of a film. To be fair, we were right...

The only thing I have to say about Dan's comments was this, he does not go far enough, he states;

"I'm not telling anyone to not go see it. I'm sure some of you will prolly like it, or even love it. But we unanimously did not like it nor love it."

I'm telling you he is wrong.... and again if you have the time and money to go see this film DONT. Find something else to do, anything.. Paint the house, write the blog you have been putting off, do the ironing, volunteer at a soup kitchen, give your brain over to medical science, do anything but see this film. I promise you, you will thank me afterwards.

As for not choosing any more films, I am still many many films up on the girls, who have a knack of picking poor films, however, if I choose another film as bad as this, then fair enough have me hung drawn and quartered. It won’t happen again..