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Poor guy. Hope he'll be okay.
a cat called Wolfie used to visit me and sleep on my bed.
but can offer no further insight into the incident. I can't even drive.
next time, before getting behind the wheel and murdering a national treasure again.
to miss Dawn French
that explain it then
I like it.
too 'scene', not 'mumsy' enough
it annoys me because the whole point of her attractiveness was that she looked like your friend's impossibly youthful mum. like deborah from 'everybody love raymond' (only the later period when she had long hair, though).
you know the kind: you go 'round to see him, but he's not in and his mum invites you to wait for him because he won't be five minutes. so you go and sit in the kitchen and she pours you a juice as she talks bollocks and you can't help but think "i could have you. i'd tear that m&s cardigan off your remarkably pert breasts and defile you across this breakfast table in a way your husband could never conceive of!"
EVEN WORKS IN THE HOSPITAL!
*cut to soft-focus shot of weeping brunette and apathetic step-kids*
just in Scotland.
I'm also going to draw more wild statements, if I may.
Kris Marshall is soooo shit in that film.
I couldn't believe that twist at the end, where it turned out he was actually the killer himself.
That film relies entirely on there being nothing particuarly scary in it, but the music does a dead loud, DUHDAH! when anything happens, including seeing someone behind someone else in a mirror. Its that loud that it shocks you, doesn't make it a scary film though.
The CGI is shit.
No need for all the guts and brains, it really cheapened the piece.
And all that without even seeing the film!
What the fuck was that all about? It just felt completely out of synch with the film and seemed like a third-rate Tarantino rip-off.
On the upside, the scene with the custard, the bathtub and the clown with the glove puppets was weirdly erotic.