Don't you hate it when you spend half a movie agonising over where you last saw some no-name actor, only to miss half the movie being completely distracted? Matt and I saw the joint British Australian film Bright Star in the olde Prince Charles cheapo cinema today and I spent pretty much an hour trying to figure out where I had recently seen the brother of the leading lady character, eventually giving up and trying to enjoy a movie I had barely been following. I have been watching a lot of TV shows and films recently so had a veritable DVD library of material to mentally scan. Luckily not much had actually happened [two pretty people had fallen in love in a field of flowers and lovely words], so it wasn't too hard. The film was visually stunning in a lovely, 20yo girl-blogger-into-craft sort of way, and Matt really enjoyed the poetry, but I was a bit bored.
Turns out Matt had told me 2 minutes into the film that the character I couldn't stop thinking about was a young Paul McCartney in Nowhere Boy, but I had thought I heard him say Billy Connelly for no apparent reason due to my distraction and bad hearing. A bit of a funny looking kid to be honest.
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