I don’t read the script. The script reads me. 

Got this at a bar­gain from HMV and watched it this lazy Sun­day after­noon with Sam.

Arse­nic and Old Lace

I loved this film — it has that indie aura surroun­ding it with the shtick and the spiel, but through its lack of weird­ness it has astoun­dingly bro­ken into the mains­tream and become a great hit. Kimya Daw­son, The Moldy Peaches and Antsy Pants also make for a ste­llar sound­track. A must see.

Since I have been wor­king at Ocado, deve­lo­ping my own sites and from time to time pla­ying Halo 3 on Xbox live, I haven’t had time to finish off watching Twin Peaks sea­son 2 or the last two and a half sea­sons of The X-files. It doesn’t help the­re­fore that I have been subsc­ri­bing myself to even more tele­vi­sion that I simply don’t have the time for anymore.

Bos­ton Legal:

Cali­for­ni­ca­tion:

Batt­les­tar Galac­tica Razor

Then there were the films…

Super­bad (awesome)

Shoo­ter (meh)

The Bourne Ulti­ma­tum (awesome)

1408 (good)

Dis­tur­bia (much bet­ter than expec­ted) — Shia is someone to watch.

Shoot Em Up (a good laugh but nothing fabulous)

A far supe­rior film to the abho­rrent Ocean’s twelve, far far bet­ter, and actually enjo­ya­ble. By no means per­fect, but enjo­ya­ble, which is more than I can say for that torrid affair in Europe. The ave­rage scene length is lon­ger than 30 seconds, there is a story­line, each per­son actually has a role in the team, there’s no Julia Roberts or Cathe­rine Zeta Jones, there’s much less impos­si­ble tech­no­logy and as an added bonus, we get Al Pacino and a big-nosed Matt Damon.