Good films are like London buses. You wait for one forever then two turn up together. Who would have thought a film about a stutterer (The King’s Speech) and ballet (The Black Swan) would prove so entertaining?
Black Swan is so gloriously barmy and OTT you stumble into the post performance daylight feeling like you’ve been ten rounds. Harry Potter your time is up.
The good and saintly grape versus the sweet satanic temptation of the lemon cup cake.
If ever there were a metaphor for the eternal struggle for humanity’s soul it clashed on my desk this afternoon.
I thought I’d capture the stand-off only for my boss to lean over my shoulder and ask me what the hell I was doing. Research my dear lady. Research.
Such are the stones cast by the philistines.