I'm getting really nasty and picky and crochety in my old age, obviously. Every time I see a movie these days, my immediate thought is: "Hmm, yes, has potential, now let's do a second draft, shall we?"

Everything's just so slapdash. Stuck together with string and chewing gum and a spiffy soundtrack and posted out to the masses. Doesn't anyone care about the stories they're telling any more? There's no finesse, there's no style, there's no sodding artistry. There's just good-enough.

Bah humbug.

(Saw Kate and Leopold tonight. Saved from complete mediocrity by the ever-delightful Hugh Jackman, and my rampant infatuation with the 19th century.)