What price would you pay if you could live forever?
Well, perhaps not forever ever. But at least twice as long as normal, without reducing that pesky variable known as quality of life.
Kings of Hee-Haw.
Admittedly, this name doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as the one those grandsons of Leon plumped for. But, having watched Talihina Sky, boy it certainly does seem more apt.
I am, well, kind of surprised actually.
Having been scarred by Michael Bay productions in the past, never more painfully than with his corporate bastardisation and artistically devoid re-imagining of his lumbering Transformers franchise, I wasn’t hoping for much with I Am Number Four.
As a casual gig goer from a bygone era, The Camden Barfly is a venue I’ve always approached with trepidation. Despite the mythology surrounding this supposedly seminal, alternative music nursery, I’ve yet to see an act of any note or even promise there.
Not forgetting the time I got a nasty electric shock from the fag machine.
This could have easily been an alternate title of David O Russell’s biopic The Fighter, based on the true story of Mickey Ward’s boxing career’s inauspicious beginnings to the stuff of sporting legend.