I don't get to the cinema very often. It's an hour's drive each way and the screens are all too often populated by inconsiderate arseholes who should have been aborted at birth. So when I do make all the effort to travel that distance and repress my natural born misanthropy, I don't like to be disappointed by the film I go to see. Before last night, the only movie I'd seen in a cinema this year was Pirates of the Caribbean 2, Rest of the World Nil, which was underwhelming and overlong - never a happy combination.
So it was with some trepidation I returned to Witch Mountain last night for a showing of Severance, the British comedy horror written by James Moran. [You can get out his excellent blog, The Pen is Mightier Than the Spork, by going here.] But I'm happy to report the cinema was remarkably arsehole-lite [as opposed to Diet Arsehole, which is both tasteless and annoying]. Severance was bloody, funny and bloody funny - often all at the same time. Lots of good laughs, good frights and even a few moments to make you think. I cared about the characters, I wanted to know what happened to them next - so, job done. Plus any movie that can make you nearly piss your pants laughing as it blows up a passing airline in this day and age deserves all the kudos and cash it can get.
Bravo, James, take a bow.