Some good news, by way of a change.

Die Hard 4.0 is the dog’s bollocks. I went to see a late-night showing of it last night with Sam S, his girlfriend, his brother and one of his brother’s mates - and all of us were left buzzing afterwards.

The hacking element of the narrative was handled very well - no dodgy user interfaces with obvious buttons to be clicked, or obvious passwords guessed.

The action sequences were amazing. The references to the previous films excited muchly. And Kevin Smith was excellent in it, even gaining a clever credit of “Sith” in the title sequence. Jammy git.

This is definitely on par with the other films. Bruce Willis is still the man.

The start of my day was a bit rubbish, but it dramatically picked up when I saw Lisa this evening. I treated us both to an Indian - the full works (as in curry etc, not a sex slave) - to celebrate our joint successes of late, which was followed by the Doctor Who series finale and then a late screening of TMNT.

Doctor Who was excellent, with a really nice twist at the end that I doubt anyone saw coming. I have particularly enjoyed looking out for all the Star Wars influences in these last three eps too. (Darth Maul, the Death-Star-looking Toclafane balls, Jedi mind tricks with the Sonic Screwdriver, lightsaber-&-blaster-looking ‘rays’, lightsaber-hilt- &-blade-looking Laser Screwdriver, Jedi funeral scene et cetera.) And thankfully the series picked up after a handful of weak episodes.

TMNT on the other hand was really disappointing. The trailer looked superb but we got dead bored watching the full film. A good thing we were in such fine company, eh?

I finally got around to seeing Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End last night. Well, all but the last half-hour or so as the projector broke. Typical.

I’d have seen it sooner to raise my spirits between projects, but I agreed last year to wait and see it with Katherine McK. having seen Dead Man’s Chest with her. Only, she decided to watch it without me a few weeks back being the girl she is. And a ginger one at that. So I instead went with Sam S. and his ladyfriend, Kate last night.

Elliot S, who definitely didn’t want to come and see the film on Thursday when we were originally going to see it - because he’d already seen it, decided he’d come along after all. So the four of us made our merry way down to Greenwich for a night of swashbuckling action.

What I saw of the film was really good, though it started very slowly - it should’ve started just before Jack Sparrow was first seen in Davey Jones’ Locker.

’twas a really fun night. With many thanks to Sam for picking me up & bringing me home again.

Lisa and I caught an advanced screening of Shrek the Third tonight after the penultimate episode of this series of Doccie Who.

The episode was really good - John Simm’s performance was amazing. The resolution to last week’s cliffhanger was a bit poo, mind.

Shrek the Third was far better than I thought it’d be - having been quite disappointed by Shrek 2.

What with having a wonderful family, some fantastic friends, an absolutely perfect girlfriend - whom I get to spend such blissful time with - AND landing myself that dream job at Paramount Comedy, life is sweet.

Having spoken about it on the drive home from yesterday’s shoot, Sam S. has sent me the link to a trailer for the new Rambo film.

Save two hours of your life in simply watching the trailer. It really does show you the whole thing.

I rather fancied a viewing of Danny Boyle’s Sunshine tonight having worked on my elephant.co.uk rebrand for the bulk of the week.

I was a bit unsure of the plot before seeing the film, as sending a team of astronauts to re-ignite the dying sun seems a bit unrealistic. Not that I wanted realism from the film, it just seems a really over the top solution. But the film didn’t disappoint any and proved to be excellent.

Spider-Man 3: Too many singing and/or music scenes (stage play, jazz club etc) but otherwise a fine end to a fine trilogy.

I’ve written some cracking post titles for this here blog but I think I’ve raised the standard with this one.

—When I first saw the trailer to 300 I thought it was an advert for a computer game. When I realised it was a film I wanted to see it, swayed by the stunning visuals. But having struggled to see past the first twenty minutes earlier, things weren’t looking good.

I think I lasted thirty-five minutes all in all; it was really boring and life’s too short to stick it out. So a jam doughnut with Ambrosia Devon Cussie in bed it is for me now, and I’m going to watch Chalk instead.

I LOVE Star Wars but this news article is shiny, there’s no other word for it.