I’m made of wax, Larry. What are you made of?
I do not write film reviews. I refuse to do it. I am merely informing you that tonight I visited the cinema to watch Night At The Museum.
It also does not count as reviewing to tell you that I am now fonder of Ben Stiller than I was previously, and more scared of monkeys.
I enjoyed the film. It had the mum from Spy Kids in it. She wore a nice top at one point. She also had a very similar coat to my Ruth coat.
I enjoyed seeing Robin Williams chopped into two pieces in the snow.
I enjoyed the plot, dialogue and atmosphere of the film.
I did not enjoy the disapproving looks I got as I squealed and applauded when Lauren Graham came on the screen during the Evan Almighty trailer. Don’t these people understand that she is the funniest woman alive? George Clooney, melting people, it’s all amazing stuff. She has her own sandwich named after her!
Also squealed when I saw an advert for the new Rocky film. It has Milo Ventimiglia in it. Yay!
Back to the film in question, I would recommend it. If I wrote reviews. Which I don’t. Obviously.



