Surely this is the best time of the year? Not Christmas Day or Hogmanay, but these precious days in-between.
PMT (Pre-Meal Stress) is gone, you’ve probably worked your way through most of the left-overs and can move on to non sprout-related meals, and relax before the next burst of socialising and party-hat wearing.
A good opportunity to mull over the last twelve months, and, for folk involved in the Scottish arts scene, a chance to re-charge batteries, because, as Frank Sinatra almost sang - ‘It Was A Very Odd Year’, and along with the myriad of high-points and successes, there were bad and sad times, too.
In film, another visually stunning piece, The Master, was let down by PT Anderson’s incoherent narrative. Meanwhile, the frame rate of Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit made me feel seasick. Fortunately the film was so dull, I had a nice snooze in the middle and woke up feeling fine.
The worst film of the year, though, was Nativity 2 - a waste of David Tennant’s talent, and the irritation onscreen compounded by the fact that the couple next to me were noisily eating their own body weight in crisps.
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