I haven't updated in a week. Many things have happened...well, not really. Nothing much has happened at all. But still, the invisible people who read this journal deserve an update on the nothingness of my week, so here it is.

I turned 19 last Friday. Yes, I only have one more year as a teenager...actually, that doesn't sound too impressive when I write it down.

I promised I'd expand on my review of Dead Man's Chest, didn't I? Well, I haven't seen it again yet, and I'm sure I will, but it just wasn't up to scratch. However, most of the problem lay in editing. If they film was a good 30-40 minutes shorter, it would have been better...but not great. Look, it's alright. It's watchable, it's decent enough sequel fair...but I can gladly wait ten months for the next one.

My mother returned from England on my birthday. My father and I went to the airport to fetch her. She had a great trip - my Dad made a DVD of all her photos with music and stuff. It's quite good.

Forgive my short entry, but I'm tired and want to watch clips from my favourite films. So, if you'll excuse me.

I may write a rant tomorrow on the current state of cinema, but don't hold your breath.