Growing up

On Friday I got a text from JT on Friday inviting me out for a drink. Naturally, I accepted but it meant finding some way to kill three hours after work. As luck would have it, A Perfect Getaway was still showing. While I was one of the few people (it seems) who didn’t enjoy Pitch Black and has little interest in the Riddick movies, Dr K’s recommendations and the subject matter really drew me to the film.

The Doctor is right in that this film has no right being as much fun as it is. It’s a shitty “take ‘em somewhere isolated, carve ‘em up” b-movie but it manages to toe that line without wavering and still manages to keep you interested for 90 minutes. I remarked to friends afterwards that there are probably three camps of people when it comes to this film; those who don’t notice the cliches and enjoy the film, those who will dismiss it as a by-the-numbers popcorn muncher and those (like me) who will revel in the misdirections, occasional knowing wink and delightfully over the top finale.

After the film I headed to some pub at Bristo Square to meet the others. Being first there I nabbed a chair and others around it by simply sitting down and reading my book. People rarely go near someone reading in a pub on a Friday night, a trick I’ve used to secure tables before.

I took umbrage with a comment at one point during the night even though I’m fairly sure it was meant in jest. I was told that I was old with  my house and garden. To be honest, the flip-side that was offered to this by asking when was the last time I got so drunk I was sick can stay in the past where it belongs. I rarely feel the need to get blind drunk anymore and I can’t remember the last time it happened by mistake. This isn’t to say I don’t enjoy a drink, movie nights regularly leave me feeling a bit rough the next day, but going out to get drunk? That can fuck right off. Apparently I’m also not too old to enjoy photo bombing a friend’s mobile when he’s at the bar.

At this point, I’m also going to stop bothering to tell some people about Zombie Club nights. After the better part of a year of people saying “yeah, that sounds like fun” no-one has ever bothered their arse to turn up. I wonder if they’re just too polite to say they’re not interested. People will watch The Room and proclaim it hilarious yet won’t watch other bad films? I guess we’ll have to show more meme movies. Nah, I think I’ll just leave them to it.

Comments (3)

James TurnbullAugust 30th, 2009 at 9:28 pm

It was good to see you on Friday, thanks for coming out (even though you are so far away! 😉

Ah, we’re old, no denying it. Embrace the oldness! But apparently I must be older as “photo bombing” is new to me – what is this? Just checked my phone and there’s no nasty pictures appeared on there?

Haha, just remembered winding you up with the Joss Whedon comment. That was funny.

rossAugust 30th, 2009 at 9:37 pm

If there are no nasty pictures there then the bombing was a failure. It wasn’t a true photobomb, but knock yourself out –

What was the Whedon comment? Did you imply he was a competent writer?

James TurnbullAugust 31st, 2009 at 10:48 pm

I humorously confused him with Romero as the director of zombie flicks. How we laughed.