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‘I am Legend’ was filmed at the height of Will Smith’s success, so it was one of those virtuous circles were success begets success. Yes it’s Biblical because it’s apocalyptical. It’s one man and his dog. Will Smith being that man. He’s the only man left on earth, or so we are led to believe, as he hunts wild deer on the streets of New York. And damn just when he gets one in the sights of his telescopic rifle those damn prowl of lions beat him...

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008). That means if my arithmetic is correct that there must be at least two girls. One of the in Natalie Portman as Anne. The other is Scarlett Johansson as Mary. Eric Bana is Henry VIII and, although there are three of them, a very nice couple they are to. It’s more complicated than that, of course. Henry is already married, for one thing to Katherine of Aragon. She’s rather nice, but dull and can’t even give him the...

Wallander. I love Wallander. The 13 stories staring Krister Henriksson as the eponymous named hero were so depressingly droll and downbeat that the only option was to commit yourself. Little did I know that they were only loosely based on the stories of Henning Mankell, which means, of course, they have as much to do with the original as Kenneth Branagh. But I’ve never read the books and just don’t care. I watched Rolf Lassgard in Firewall which...

If I could imagine my age I must have been about nine or ten, and it was the hottest summer ever, when the songbird thrush fell from the window ledge outside my house and onto the slabbed path at my feet. Then again it might have been a plague beaked starling with plumage like an oil-slick, for such are the tricks of memory. I picked it up, intent on saving it-although I wasn’t quite sure how-but dropped it just as quickly as the fleas, knowing...

Atonement (2007) for not reading Ian McEwan’s novel is watching the ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ film version. In one of the early key scenes the aristocratic Celia, Keira Knightly strips off and dives into a fountain, whilst the housekeeper’s son James McAvoy looks on. She comes out flush and practically naked, with her non swim lipstick retouched and it’s that erotic a scene that James has to look away, or he’d be accused of blighterdom. We get...

Kenny’s story. Kenny’s guilty from the off. Someone tampered with his little girl in the park. Kenny and his pals sorted it. Didn’t they? It was no great surprise that it was the wrong person they’d gave a beating to. The surprises were thick and fast after that. Kenny goes to the hospital with a sore hand and the guy that they’ve beaten up dies and he catches the eye of the dead man’s wife. He’s a mortuary assistant and it’s his job to break up...

Se7en dwarves. I can never remember all their names. Happy. The equivalent in Se7en would be lust. Everybody all remembers lust as one of the seven deadly sins, or maybe that’s just me, the Freudian equivalent of saying I’m a wanker. There is another sin sloth-sneezey and dopey. In Se7en the perp or perv is tied to the bed for a year and we jump because he’s meant to be dead, but he’s still alive. Gluttony, of course is easy, that’s just a fat...

I set out to change the world, but ended up watching Coronation Street. I’m sure God would have understood and if there was an angel on my shoulder he’d have been watching too. I didn’t actually see the programme, but I read about it. 50 years of Coronation Street. The programme’s older than me. But soaps never get old. They harvest birth, deaths and marriages in the same way that hairstyles change; you just don’t notice at the time. Coronation...

Shutter (2008) is an American horror set in Japan, or a Japanese horror setting about the Americans (which is no bad thing). Rachel Taylor blond bright and beautiful is on honeymoon. They’re driving- and Joshua Jacksoning about -when she hits a Japanese girl standing in the middle of the road, which is no place to be, even though it is snowing and I did that very thing this morning. Both honeymooners are a bit bashed up, but she is first to...

Funeral today. If history lived it wasn’t with Ian Betty. I don’t know if I’ll go. He was the broccoli of the human race; people said they liked him. A heart attack. He lives on in Facebook, which is worse than death. Shame not in the death, but the fact they’ve got to sell football cards in the pub to pay for the £500 deposit so that the funeral parlour will take him. They can be a bit sniffy. With Ian Betty that is understandable. He’d red...