Hollywood, But She's Mean.

Oh, brilliant. At the end of the summer holidays, when I'd exhausted the possibilities of fun at home and around Cambridge, there were no good films out. A couple vaguely interesting ones, but nothing worth paying for.

Of course, now that I'm at Hills, inundated with homework each night, and generally busy at the weekend, there are numerous films out or coming out that I want to see. Tropic Thunder. The Wave. Burn After Reading. And a few others I can't currently remember. But I only have time for one or two a month now.

Here's looking at you, Hollywood. Yes, I'm scowling.