Sunday 24th January
I spent some of today wrestling with the wozbox website, trying to make one standard sidebar that would appear on each page, so in the event of changes I wouldn’t have to change 7 sidebars. Can’t do it though, for the life of me. Anyone?
Next door offered us further filmage. We tried to watch Rise of the Footsoldier, but it was possibly the worst film I’ve ever clapped eyes on. You know that short, incisive montage at the start of Trainspotting? Three minutes to introduce the characters and their respective relationships and you know, by the end of it, exactly where you stand?
Not with this. After 31 minutes and montage after montage (hooligan, bouncer, steroids, drug deals) I still didn’t know who was who, when was what, and didn’t give a fuck either. They try to fit in twenty years of a life in twenty minutes and it’s such a shock to your brain that none of it goes in. Plus, the film starts with the characters all dead. So you know it’s going to turn out a bit dodgy in the end, so why watch?
Nobody can act, the story goes nowhere, the leading character is a hate filled shitpot, the soundtrack is all wrong, the comedy moments would only be funny to a mindless nutcase and it was in HD but still had horrible speckly film.
Avoid. Turned off at the 35 minute mark.
As it was Sunday, we rescued the other half of the chrimbo turkey from the freezer (raw, you understand) and had a bit of a roast dinner. I say a bit, it was actually loads and it nearly fucking killed me. With my stomach growling from the dinner and my brain complaining about the film, it was time for bed.
