Meanwhile, in breaking news...
The Irishman emailed me at work tonight totally out of the blue, having remembered from our conversation a month ago that it was my birthday around this date. We ended up catching up for a quick drink tonight and might be seeing each other again this Friday at the Glasshouse if things go to plan. Hmm, not quite sure how I feel about this, but also trying not to get my hopes up. Clubland is mostly well acted (although Richard Wilson as the brain-damaged Mark is sometimes less than convincing, while leading man Khan Chittenden as the virginal Tim is easy on the eyes but struck me as needing a director who will push him harder) but lacks the bite and characterisation in its screenplay that would make it great. Nonetheless, this film about the sort of mother you just want to slap and her passive-aggressive relationships with her sons is honest and original. Three 'Thank god she's not my mother's out of five. Romulus, My Father is too episodic to be truly captivating; nor is...