Well, went to see A.I. last night, and I have to say that, like zoo_music_girl, I found it very disappointing. It started really quite well and the stuff with Jude Law was great but then it just lost it. Like Contact, if they'd ended it about 1/2 an hour earlier (and we in fact identified several points where they could have) it would have been so much better. Ah well. Still, I felt a bit cheated really. I can't understand why its been so well reviewed when the last 1/2 an hour is just pure crappy American slush. I don't want to put too much on my specific complaints here in case any one reading this hasn't seen the movie but suffice it to say that its not recommended.
Apart from that I actually had a pretty fantastic weekend. Lazy day of doing nothing with Alex on Saturday until the evening when we went to Ian and Ruth's housewarming which was pretty cool - some wonderful tableaux! Then lunch with the guys in Joes on Sunday, followed by a brief look at my house - everyone v. impressed - then off to town. We missed out on the earlier showing of A.I. (sold out) so we all went to Alex's where Jeremy did mine and Alex's hair and then on to the Radcliffe and then the film. Pretty good as weekends go.
Unfortunately they still haven't got my connection to my website sorted out at work which is a bit of a pain, as you can imagine so another fruitless day looms before me...
Apart from that I actually had a pretty fantastic weekend. Lazy day of doing nothing with Alex on Saturday until the evening when we went to Ian and Ruth's housewarming which was pretty cool - some wonderful tableaux! Then lunch with the guys in Joes on Sunday, followed by a brief look at my house - everyone v. impressed - then off to town. We missed out on the earlier showing of A.I. (sold out) so we all went to Alex's where Jeremy did mine and Alex's hair and then on to the Radcliffe and then the film. Pretty good as weekends go.
Unfortunately they still haven't got my connection to my website sorted out at work which is a bit of a pain, as you can imagine so another fruitless day looms before me...