It's hard to review something after reading a review of that something. I read a review that said something about how the acting, the actors, lift a pretty typical superhero movie into a really really good superhero movie, and now that's what I want to say. Maybe I only thought that because of the review. Maybe partly I didn't see the movie, but saw some amalgam of the movie and the review I'd already read. But I did really think myself that the acting made it. Never realised before that Robert Downey Jnr is someone fun to watch. So good. You should see this.
Play: Midsummer (a play with songs)
Funniest sex scene. And then to discover that Japanese rope bondage is apparently not a sex thing? Who knew. (You know, actually, what I thought was innocent wikipediaing suggests that maybe the play mislead me on that front). First half better than the second. Some nice songs. Like a not quite as good Boy Girl Wall. With Scottish accents. But that notwithstanding, not quite as good. You can see this if you like.
Poem: Matt Kahn's Email
Who is Matt Kahn? Should I know that? I know I like this. Emily XYZ makes me feel like it's 1989 in New York, whatever that feels like. JOHN STEWART MILL. JOHN STEWART MILL. JOHN STEWART MILL. (It slopes to the horizon). You should go listen to this.
Pub: The Bridge Club
Not strictly a pub, but it's alliteration! And rhyming! A new club thing upstairs at the Irish club. Saw Oscar + Martin there, who are excellent and were good, despite not being able to hear themselves. Despite also constant screeching feedback. But the point is, there are chandelier things. And wood panels. And one beautiful ceiling. With shamrocks and harps. And underneath, it's all skinny jeans and irony.You should check it out.
Beer: The Quiet American
A splendiferous Little Creatures single batch taking an American hop spin on a Trappist ale. Packs a beautiful punch. How do you review beer? Fruity. Bitter. Alcoholy. Good. You should get some while you can.
Book: Falling Man
This was nice and short last week. Dellilo's got a magic way with a sentence. I read somewhere he worries himself over the heights of the letters in his sentences, the shorts and talls, banging away at a manual typewriter. This one, though, falls a bit flat. All ends up a bit... meh. You should go with White Noise instead.
Song: Vomit
Been playing this all day. So should you.
...And now, so I'll never have to write a review as bad as these again, I'm off to a lecture on reviews.
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