… and some thoughts whilst watching:
I wonder why he doesn’t get his Ocean’s Eleven mates to just bring his kids to France? Maybe he doesn’t miss them that much? Probably just a lie. Like that bloke who reckons he can clear his name with one phone call. That’s obviously bullshit, I bet DiCaprio’s really scamming him and it’ll all be part of some cool twist at the end.
Wait, what was that? I was thinking and I missed what they said. Never mind, I’ll probably catch up.
Any minute now.
If these were my dreams there’d be a LOT more nudity.
And puppets. Lots of puppets. Must talk to someone qualified about all the puppets in my head.
Good film though, well made, liking it.
Not loving it though. Why’s that?
Hmm … I’m leaning back in my seat, it’s all washing over me.
Why? Shouldn’t I be leaning forward about now? Engrossed in the climactic action?
Why don’t I care which businessman has the biggest company? Or what happens to people in a dream where if you die … you wake up?
KNIGHT AND DAY
What the hell is this about?
Cool, some shit just blew up!
No, seriously, what the hell is going on?
Ooh, Cameron Diaz is in a bikini!
If he’s a good guy, then why’s he killing …
Wow, Cameron Diaz in a bikini with shit blowing up in the background!
This is fucking awesome. These people are funny. Shit’s blowing up all over the place. They’re funny and they blow shit up, how cool is that?
I think there’s a plot here somewhere but … who wants these plates? And why? I don’t …
Fuck it, it’s the fucking A-Team. Why the fuck am I looking for sense in an A-Team movie? Have I never seen the fucking series?
Holy fuck! They’re flying a tank!
This is fucking awesome … and shit. In a good way! It’s awesome shit! It’s the fucking A-Team!
The moral of this post is:
IF YOUR PLOT IS CONFUSING, BLOW SOME SHIT UP. OR PUT CAMERON DIAZ IN A BIKINI. OR BOTH.