Troy was a very pretty film. It all looked great, up to and including the actors (have Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom oiled and brought to my tent now, if you please), but was rather let down by the screenplay. You'd think, with a story this old, they could have figured out how to tell it, but sadly this wasn't true; I was left with the feeling that the actors had been handicapped by the words, rather than (as is unfortunately often the case) the other way round). It was worth seeing on the big screen but I shan't be rushing out to see it again.
We ordered some large blanket boxes for our bedroom a couple of months back and they were delivered the week before last; yesterday was the first time we'd had a chance to rearrange stuff in the bedroom to actually get them in there, instead of having them artfully
- too many shoes
- too many T-shirts
- too many bras
- too many pairs of tights and stockings
Last night, then, the second film trip of the weekend... in fact I originally typoed that as 'film tripe' but that would be most unfair. I liked HP a lot more than Troy; for one thing, the story flowed much better (and better than either of the earlier two, to my mind, as well). There were a couple of shots that we were sure had only been included to show off how pretty their CGI was (and it was, definitely, pretty), but otherwise it was entertaining. It's a longish film, 141 minutes, and didn't feel like it, which is usually my best compliment.