My first social outing of the home-summer was to watch Mr. & Mrs. Smith at the Royalty in Bowness. The ‘gang’ was me (duh..), Greeno, Smoothy, Hodge, Clare (not the contributory, yeah, that’s right, I’m so popular I know 2 people with the same name, kinda) and Nicola. A good time was had by all and we enjoyed what was described as an ‘entertainment’ film, and that’s a pretty accurate description. I doubt that there is anyone who says it is their favourite film of all time. The rumours and hype surrounding it were probably as interesting as the story itself, not to say that I didn’t have a good time.

I may well be being a bit harsh though, the action sequences were a bit cheesy, the dialogue smug, and the plot ri-goddam-diculous, but that was what I expected, so to complain would just be downright silly.

It was cool to see Adam Brody in a non-O.C. role, but is there ever going to be a point when he doesn’t act as if he’s Seth Cohen? or perhaps he’s not even acting, he just IS Seth Cohen, or Seth Cohen is him, whatever.

Recently I’d started to get bored of Angelina, but this film really turned me back onto the path of Jolie fetishdom, that PVC number did the trick, Hodge exclaimed “Jesus Christ” and made numerous worrying “ooh” noises.