That’ll be me then.
We decided on a trip to the cinema, with popcorn and icecream and everything. It was so retro.
It also made me feel ridiculously old. Pete forked out extra for the premium seats to stop the arthritis flaring up and make sure our bums didn’t go to sleep. And we balked at paying out twice as much again for nibbly bits so I brought a tupperware box full of popcorn in with me and surrepticiously munched my way through the film whilst Pete ate his way through a tub of Ben and Jerry’s we got on spesh from the supermarket next door. We even went so far as to kick a couple of kids out of our seats despite the fact that there were probably only about 20 people in the cinema.
Oh, and it was far too loud. And the young people down the front could have been a bit more reserved during the adverts, but other than that it was really good.
There was an adequate amount of big average-sized blue willy. And quite a lot of gory violence. Other than the ending (which was fine) the plot was exactly the same as the book, down to big chunks of dialogue and placement of ornaments on tables and the like. And the casting was very well done. We both left the cinema feeling like we’d seen most of the actors in other films, but the next day when I checked IMDB I realised we hadn’t. It was just that they looked so much like the characters in the book that they felt familiar.
Which I’d say was rather a compliment.
It got me out of the house, anyway.