I keep seeing adverts for a movie called Jumpers.
Being fat and foolish, I could not understand why anyone would want to see a filum about pullovers, polo necks and tank tops.
Not to mention knitted cardies!
So, imagine my suprise when it appears that it's not one of them Don Ameche/Jessica from Tandy Electricals gubbins (such as How To Make An American Quilt), but a cheap rip off of the Necroscope novels.
And instead of using the Möbius Continuum to fight the monstrous Wamphyri, it's poncey ass espionage type bobbins.
One the one hand: Instantaneous travel anywhere in the universe - culminating in space/time paradoxes, parallel dimensions, the greatest ever Vampires ever invented (not to mention the creatures they construct), E.S.P.ionage, Global political intrigue, masssive Blood Wars, and the survival of mankind.
Or some fop instantaneously travelling across the Earth whilst being chased by Samuel L. Jackson.
And they say Cinema isn't being dumbed down for "the YouTube generation."
How come there's all these great ideas out there, but them someone has to re-write their own version, take out all the good, thought provoking bits, and make it as simple as possible for thick people?
I seem to have fallen into a malaise of moaning misery recently!
Just don't get me started on Pants before Dress woman.
Ta da.
Grrrrrrrr!
I really need to pick meself up out of these doldrums.
Though why I'm in a cylindrical container with skin streched over the top that's owned by Barbie, I'll never know!
Baby! Baby! Baby!
You are my voodoo child
My voodoo child!
Aye, and you're that bird outta Neighbours...
