So yesterday, I went and saw The Messenger with Andy Slackbastard and my young lady.
A moving character piece from first-time director Oren Moverman and co-writer Alessandro Camon. Ben Foster and Woody Harrelson depict a pair of Casualty Notification Officers in the US military with genuine pathos, and an unorthodox romance is depicted in an all-too-believable manner.
Unfortunately, Moverman appears to have not been at film school the day they were teaching the principle of 'Show, Don't Tell.' Would it have been too much to ask for some flashbacks to the action in Iraq? It's all well and good to talk about explosions, but it would have been nice to see some.
Later that night, we three went to see World's Greatest Dad, and it was a star-studded affair! Firstly, as we walked along the street we passed failed mayoral candidate Domenic Gatto. In the cinema, we sat behind MIFF director Richard Moore, and across the cinema we spotted MUFF director/transcendental fascist Richard Wolstencroft. The film was quite good, and I would say it was probably the best of Robin Williams' darker ouvre.
This was the second film I had seen in a day that featured an auto-erotic asphyxiation scene, however this one was decidedly less creepy and certainly more welcome.