When I was awoken on Wednesday last to the news of the Nobel Awards For Success In Motion Pictures and realised I knew not one jot of information about any of the contenders I decided to up my morphine dosage and watch as many films from the previous year (is it 2011 already?) to give you lot a damn good talking to about quality and the Nobel committees overwillingness to disregard it.
The Book Of Eli
A riveting film about a man who simply can’t bare to part with a good book. The film poses many a question, the most mystifying of which is the identity of this elusive wordmsith Eli? Who is his publisher? And where I might buy a copy whose pages I can fondle carelessly from a deck chair underneath the showers of the local bathing pool? “Clinged film” is my trick to keeping my parchment from becoming over parched and just another wonderful way in which the filmed entertainment industry has enhanced my life for its considerable betterment.