Update

Because we have been away getting married, I haven't had the chance to update the blog with anything interesting: movies or otherwise. So I thought I'd zip through a quick round-up of movies over the past week to get cracking with posting again.

Buying a big bag of sweeties was a bad idea when going to see Morgan Spurlock's Supersize Me. This film was a bit like Fastfood Nation-lite, and entertaining at the beginning, until it dragged on at the end. As someone who appreciates foie gras, I am wondering of cannibals would enjoy tucking into Morgan's liver after the doctor mentioned it had "turned to pate". In the realm of recent American documentaries, it's no Bowling for Columbine or Living with the Friedman's - perhaps more on the Spellbound end of things, but rarely have I felt so physically unwell while watching a film. Although this could have been down to the Sour Feet sweeties I ate.

I didn't hold much hope for The Village, as I pretty much guessed the twist from the trailer for the film, but was pleasantly surprised at it's gentle, character-based love story with a more European approach to film-making than M. Night's previous films. I can understand how those fans of The Sixth Sense and Unbreakable could have been disappointed at it's lack of a "thriller" tone, but I liked it (and continues an underlying theme of faith in the Shya-I can't-spell-it oeuvre, which was highlighted in Signs)

On video/DVD, Frida was a fun look at the life of Frida Kahlo, and not overly pretentious; Mona Lisa Smile was pap in the finest Julia Robert's mould (although I didn't watch all of it); Mystic River was brilliantly acted (particularly Tim Robbins), but was overall an incredibly depressing film - similar in tone to Penn's The Pledge and last night, Alain Resnais' On connait la chanson was lighthearted fun as only the French can manage, even if it was a homage to the late, great Dennis Potter.