The funniest thing

There are a number of films that are billed as comedies that don't make me laugh. I suspect that this is due to the lack of subtly in the more brash offerings from Hollywood where I feel that I am being grabbed by the scruff of the neck, shaken and told 'You WILL laugh!'
So,it was refreshing to watch OSS 117, Cairo, Nest of Spies over the weekend, which I heartily commend to the house.
It is a French offering and seems to be a spoof on James Bond or it could be how Bond would be if he were French. It is silly without being ridiculous, slapstick without being painful, risque without being crude and generally suave in a manner that only the French can truly pull off.
The leading man, Jean Dujardin, has a slight whiff of Sean Connery about him and has joined my list of favourite actors.
I am going to try and but the DVD forthwith and that is a recommendation indeed as I only ever purchase DVDs that I'm going to watch more than once.

Subliminal messaging

Each weekday morning the radio is set as an alarm to wake me up, so one of the first things I usually hear in the morning, is the news.
The on(and on and on and on)going revelations of MPs and their inappropriately claimed expenses has obviously lodged itself in my brain if a recent dream is anything to go by.
I dreamt that David Tennant needed to marry me in order to get elected, not quite sure of the reason for this but details like that are never explained in dreams. When his election attempt failed, he unceremoniously dumped me - well, really!
It's a good thing it was just a dream otherwise I could really take umbridge over such behaviour.