blogging as i fix my attention on the telly screen for wild child starring emma roberts, alex pettyfer and the late natasha richardson seems like a totally shallow activity. but to be truthful, i always find frothy teenage films enlightening even the likes of bring it on, mean girls, clueless and so forth. we know it’s going to be a happy ending for these beautiful and privileged creatures but on the other side of the coin, the features evoke cautionary tales for maleficient antagonists. good should always triumph over evil. these pieces of cinema do not drive me to sagacious mind-saunterings like city of god. i’m also still bawling my eyes out from the untimely passing of liam neeson’s wife, such tragedy. Ms Richardson had been an actress of great elegance, whether she play the roles with deep intensity such as in asylum or frumpy like in wild child. the breakfast club is showing in the afternoon on sky modern greats. stopped by HMV in manchester and discovered that they jacked up the prices of john hughes movies. it’s kind of expected but at least i was able to avail a copy of pretty in pink. i have a choice of absolutely divine featured photoplays this dizzy sunday from a glimpse of molly ringwald and andrew mcCarthy's bratpack years to the latest celluloid incarnation of the brideshead revisited. i had led a humiliating slothful existence, having not read a single work of evelyn waugh.
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