Saturday cute: ‘Jaws’ meets ‘Peanuts’
What if, instead of Steven Spielberg adapting Jaws for the big screen, Charles Schulz adapted Jaws for the newspaper comic strip?
What if, instead of Steven Spielberg adapting Jaws for the big screen, Charles Schulz adapted Jaws for the newspaper comic strip?
In a way I’m glad I’m not in New York this week: the 9/11 remembrances and retrospectives have been painful enough on this side of the Atlantic, and I can only imagine that the looking-back is even more intense in the city where some of the events of that day happened.
I met Harriette the blue macaw in the pet shop in Central Croydon.
“One simply cannot wander around London asking people to pretend to be Gussie Finknottle.”
Or on one of those planes that do the parabolic loop and let you experience zero-gee for 30 seconds, at least.
Awww. They’re cute when they’re little and genocidal.
There’s tons of delicious suspense of the horror-flick variety to be had in writer-director André Øvredal’s mockumentary, and plenty of Spielbergian shock-awe, but what makes it one of the most satisfying examples of found-footage flicks yet is its observational, journalistic ethos.
I fear that the humiliation that Sarah Jessica Parker is put through in this trailer alone is a sign that the movie is not going to be kind to its protagonist.
Obviously Friday and Saturday nights are the biggies, but is that when you prefer to go? Perhap you enjoy going to the movies when it’s not as crowded or hectic. Or maybe you have no preference at all, and will take in a flick whenever and wherever you can.
Amusing paper drinks coaster spotted in a pub.