Holy Tabernacle
Michael Jackson died. I know: there was nothing about it on the news or radio and you could quite easily have let such a happening pass you by. Even serious minded newspapers devoted days and days of front page coverage to his passing and I do wonder if he is the new Diana in so much as the Daily Mail and Express now have someone else to talk about. For the next ten years.
Bobby Robson has also died. It’s weird how some deaths affect you and some you care nothing about. Bobby Robson always struck me as thoroughly decent, honourable and kindly. A genial grandfather. Not my own, but someone else’s who you always felt had got some great family.
I saw GI Joe last night. GI Joe joins a rarefied pantheon of films that are so bad they’re eminently watchable in a sort of “I can’t believe they made this” way. It’s worse than Ghost Rider. It has special effects that look more akin to the place holders in the leaked Wolverine release than the actual finished article and features scenes so incredibly stupid that people were actually laughing at them. When they weren’t intended to be funny. One of the climatic moments of the film was actually lifted from a joke in Team America and several scenes only served to remind you how much better directed they were in the film that they originally appeared in. It is, in short, an abomination that seemingly exists only to make Transformers look like high art.