Foppery

A trailer at the cinema last night left me way keen for the new Batman movie, which is out this summer, partly to see Heath Ledger as The Joker but mainly to perve over Christian Bale (the best thing to come out of Haverfordwest since, er, Charles II's mistress...). I did like Batman Begins and even Katie "who'd'o' thunk that little Joey Potter would have ended up marrying that crazy ass Scientologist?" Holmes managed not to completely ruin it with her crooked smiles and big, puppy-dog eyes. Maggie Gyllenhaal is definitely a better choice.

To tide me over until July and to celebrate the fact that the DVD drive on my laptop appears to be working today, I stocked up on some DVDs at Fopp, including The Prestige, which I haven't watched yet, although I have stared at the box a bit. I also bought Best in Show, which I have been meaning to see for years and which is superb. It helps that I'm not a dog person, which makes laughing at the freaks who love and live dog shows a lot easier; some of the jokes might hit home a little too hard if it were about crazy cat ladies instead.

I do like a good mockumentary - Drop Dead Gorgeous was great, although obviously rules all and made me laugh so hard I got stomach cramps. Similarly, Brass Eye is pure class as an example of a series of "special reports" into issues like "Paedogeddon"; Chris Morris is an absolute genius. One can definitely never have too much satire, that's for sure.

Fopp did let me down, though, as I was planning to buy (yes, buy) the new Death Cab for Cutie album but it hasn't been released yet so I'll have to download it in a few weeks instead. No one can say I didn't try.