i'm drowning in my own tears

it's never happened to me before... for years i have thought one thing. for years i have considered one thing to outweigh all other things. since i can remember, that one decision i made many years ago has been infallible, the benchmark, the defining characteristic of my personality, the yardstick that all other choices of this magnitude will be measured against.

if you've not guessed by now, this is one those points of life-changing life-change in my life. this blog rates pretty highly on the scale of importance of all the things you are likely to read this year.

yes. this entry is to do with what my favourite movie is.

i know...

i won't be offended if you take a moment or few before you read on, this is one of those times where it's okay to turn away, wipe a tear, worry about your heart-rate, eat a picnic.
books have been written about moments like this.

my favourite film has been empire records for as long as i can remember having a favourite film. there were contenders before i developed a personality or quantitive opinions, but then there was empire records and the decision was made. it had it all; comedy, tragedy, good music, liv tyler, love, desire, angst, gwar, one-liners and a story about kicking 'da man' so hard in the balls he got two more adam's apples. many times i've seen it, and never tired. it was the pinnacle.

until sunday.

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the pegg, the wright, the frost... shaun of the dead was genius, spaced was a constant triumph, but this was on a whole new level. i don't care that most people will stare at me in wonder, or that high 'n mighty film buffs will point poignantly at godfather posters, holding schindler's list dvd's and a paperback copy of the shawshank redemption... this is the best film of all time.

okay so it doesn't offer any in-depth social commentary, there are no heartbreaking performances, it's not jaw-droppingly beautiful to look at, the script isn't soul-renchingly lyrical. but i challenge you this: find me a more entertaining two hours, more tightly packed with out-loud laughs, more willingness to suspend disbelief, a drop-kick that warrants applause, a bigger feel-good feeling than this movie, and i'll show you my perineum.

i ended up paying £39 for my ticket because i bought a load to share amongst my friends and not everyone came. i don't feel in the slightest bit cheated. which is lovely. especially for one so tight-fisted as i.

i'll leave you with this; when nick frost was asked what hot fuzz was like, he replied "it's like a cross between brokeback mountain and the bill." it made me laugh.

i liked it, alright.