one of these people is clive owen. which one i do not know

i love writing. i have spent most of my weekend writing, apart from going out for hotcakes, antique window shopping (not about buying windows), and watching sin city. what other device can i use to describe sin city other than words? words are my staple.

why didn’t i see this film at the cinema? work and/or hearing about people walking out of it halfway. but it isn’t even like that - maybe i’m desensitised, because the violence is cartoonish, the blood alternately white, yellow and red that it just doesn’t matter anymore. what a world! what a digital comic book! thankfully nothing like robocop 2 and 3 (adaptations of frank miller’s other work).

my brother: “borrowed bride and prejudice… the indian one… and alfie. they are not my choices.”

go out and watch inside man, even if you aren’t that fond of denzel washington. there are so many tiny details to mention - street name allusions, “we will not forget”, ethnicities, camera work… it’s probably just me, but i was overjoyed to pick up on the trail spike lee left behind.