Normally I'm for things that are raved against, so an answer doesn't immediately spring to mind. I always consider my options when it comes to books and television, and normally take recommendations under extreme consideration. I tend to research my potential cinema choices quite carefully so as to avoid disappointment - I may never have walked out of a film yet but it remains my ambition to do so, but not deliberately, if that makes sense? One stand out occasion was the film adaption of Michael Morpurgo's War Horse, where the only review I took any notice of was The Doctor's Facebook status about having to walk out. I reasoned if a man of such discerning taste was so disconnected from what was happening on screen, and that he had read it and seen it on stage (although perhaps that informed his decision to leave), and still wanted to leave, then I needn't even bother. I'm just looking forward to having a sense of outrage, the sheer indignation in paying good money for something I didn't want to see through. Anyway.
I guess really the last thing (or should I say things) that left me pretty cold were the Simon Bird comedy vehicles The Inbetweeners and Friday Night Dinner. I tried with the latter but found it boring in the end, and only found limited joy in the eternal rewatching of the Scholary (class of '13) of the former. I basically lost interest in Friday Night Dinner, finding that out of all the opportunity I had to watch it, I'd rather pass, so there isn't really anything left to say. I should have been at least interested in based on the concept but... Feh.
Me in 10 years, obviously. |
It must be a kind of comedy generational gap, rather than an actual difference in years, having grown up on years of BBC Radio 2 comedy that used to be on a Thursday night after Mark Lamarr's series on early Rock and Roll one year, and the original wave of Ska music the next. Eight Weeks of Steve Punt and Hugh Dennis, the lightning fast one-liners of The News Huddlines, or even that musical comedy show when I heard Flight of the Conchords for the first time ever years before they became cool or famous and it became unfashionable not to be a fan.
I'll see you in your nightmares, Dave. |
Like I said to begin with though, I'm normally found loving things that get panned, and that almost universally. This is no more apparent than in my film tastes, actually. I used to go out with a girl who had an immense interest in foreign films, and we were lucky enough to have an Arthouse Cinema (just the one screen) nearby, that got a number of really good and often very touching films that we went to see. We also saw Quantum of Solace there, but that's neither here nor there. Yes, I was into foreign films, and still am. We saw La Vie en Rose, Bienvenue la Ch'ti (which I still need to track down), Mrs. Radcliffe's Revolution, Das Leben Der Anderen... I think that's it for The Ritz. Goodbye Lenin and Lola rennt got watched at School, and I now have Låt den Rätte Komma In at home. I hope this has established how much I like films that are actually good, because if there's one thing I enjoy more than watching some 2 hours of subtitles it's watching two hours of special effects kicking ten bells out of itself in the form of anything by destruction auteur Michael Bay. But that's another story.
Optimus, We hardly knew ye. |
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