Column: I Sat Through That? – Castaway
Yeah, yeah, it’s got Tom Hanks in it – doesn’t mean it can’t be bad. Look at The Da Vinci Code. Hanks is fine in a Hanksy sort of way – he’s fat, he’s thin, he’s beardy, he’s clean-shaven, he’s the man of a thousand faces and bellies. Castaway is still a bit pants though. [...]
Who says it’s unproductive?
If you’re thinking in a button-down, linear manner, you’d be forgiven for thinking I have not accomplished much over the last few days*. Ostensibly, it may have looked like I’ve been lolling around, drinking beer and talking shite with my brother. However, while it seemed thus to lazy-minded, superficial people, I was in fact carefully [...]
I Sat Through That? – Meet The Parents
Possibly a controversial one this week as, for reasons utterly unfathomable to me, many people seem to think Meet The Parents is frickin’, head-falling-off, hilarious. It’s not. This week’s I Sat Through That is now available.
I Sat Through That? – I, Robot
I, Robot? No beer? That’s not a recipe for a good evening. Unless you like complaining, that is. Guilty. In this week’s I Sat Through That? I consider I, Robot. You know the one. Yeah, the one with all the ads in it. It’s got that Will Smith in it. Yeah, him. The ‘welcome to [...]
I Sat Through That?
I Sat Through That? #2, in which I consider X Files: I Want To Believe, is now available over at Flickering Myth. It has spoilers, though. Don’t read it if you intend to watch the film to its, wholly ridiculous, denouement. I can use words like ‘denouement’ now that I’m a big-shot critic. In fact, [...]
It’s easy to criticise…
…And fun too. I’ve begun writing a column over at Flickering Myth. “What?” you ask, “a column? What’s this, Hayes? You think you’re some sort of hot-shot, Giles Coren-type character now? Think you’re too good for the rest of us?” The answer to these questions is, an emphatic, yes… yes I do. And, being honest, [...]
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I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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