I'm turning into my father. I've been aware of this process for a while, but this week it really hit home.
I went to see a film last night. Something called Serenity.
Well, it left me relatively serene. I have a feeling that I may have missed the good bit. I must have done because the critics all seem to like it, but the sphincter-clenchingly awful dialogue left me cold and looking forward to the next exploding spaceship rather than trying to follow a story that Joss Whedon clearly lifted off his "not good enough for Buffy The Vampire Slayer" script pile.
Why was I serene? I'd dozed off for a good 30 minutes during the film, such was the ability of the script to grip the viewer.
And why am I turning into my father? He snored through much of the middle act of Return Of The Jedi. Having watched it again recently, I can see why...
