Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull...

...or whatever it's called, is a pile of shite.

However, three hours of solid air conditioning courtesy of the movie theatre was worth the $12 ticket price alone. Goddamn this 40 degree New York heatwave.

The frozen margs we then got at El Cantinero were pretty fucking great too.

Hot Fuzz

Where to start, where to start...

Spaced... the best British-made sitcom, always funny, ever rewatchable, still quoted [“Mine’s a pint of the black stuff.” “You can’t drink a pint of Bovril!”], inspiration of a ridiculous running joke Sam and I had at uni about being followed by squirrels [there are a lot of squirrels in Nottingham], and occasionally filmed in my old local, the Corrib in Queens Park, NW London [and if you've never seen it before you can apparently catch most episodes here.]

Shaun of the Dead... which, when watched on US telly and they edit out half the swearing, loses a certain je ne sais quoi, but otherwise … well, same as above. My sister still gets the giggles any time someone says “exacerbate” to her:

Liz: It's just that with Ed here, it's no wonder I always bring my flatmates out, and then that only exacerbates things.
Shaun: What you mean?
Liz: Well, you guys hardly get on, do you?
Shaun: No... what does 'exacerbate' mean?

And now Hot Fuzz. I was lucky enough to get an invite to the cast and crew screening this morning [thank you Working Title] introduced by none other than Messers Pegg, Frost & Wright, and Nira Park – and it was so worth getting up at 8 on a Sunday morning for. Seeing as it’s not released for another three or four weeks, I’m not sure how much I should [am allowed to…] say, but it’s utterly brilliant. The casting is just genius [Edward Woodward! Timothy Dalton! And Paddy Considine still looking hott even with his '70s pornstar 'tache!] There's gore galore. And it references one of the best films ever, Point Break (ahhh what I wouldn't have done for Keanu Reeves when I was 13 or 14).

And you know the best part about it all? That something so original and so well-written is homegrown.

With these guys around, perhaps there's hope for British film after all.