Moviegoing:
Arthur
At the movies this morning, I saw the remark of Arthur, and I liked it about a million times more than I did the original. I’ll get round to saying why a little bit later today…
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This version of Arthur works because Russell Brand is a boy. True, he’s a very tall boy, and a boy with five-o’clock shadow. But he’s a boy, not a man. This makes the new Arthur a lot more appealing than the old one, where the title role was played by a sad short thirtysomething who wanted access to boobs more than he wanted fun.
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Helen Mirren. La reine des reines.
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Greta Gerwig. Greta Gerwig conducting a tour of Grand Central Terminal. All we could think of was her collaboration with Joe Jervis, touring Grand Central Station. The compass rose and all that. Joe’s first kiss, tickle tickle. Greta Gerwig is the poster-person for sexual honesty today, no small feat.
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The Pierre. Oh, and Nick Nolte, playing a thick bad guy. Fun!
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Jennifer Garner. Garner has the cheekbones, in several scenes, of a great Forties movie star, think Rita Hayworth except Garner is better. Her beauty jore than compensates for the fact that nobody loves her character; that, in fact her character is awful. That, HEY!, Jennifer Garner is the Bad Guy in Arthur. Obvious, yes, but thinks!
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What is it about boobs? Is breast-feeding the problem, or the solution? Guys!
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Geraldine James, whom we have never seen enough of since The Jewel in the Crown.
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More anon.
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Have you been drinking?