eating cucumbers without permission...

Ah, holidays! Now I can do everything I normally do while procrastinating, but without all that guilt!

“Se7en” was excellent, though I’m desperately hoping for a prequel, “5ive”, in which the members of the boy band of the same name are brutally murdered by… well, anyone really; it’s the murder part that’s important. I’d like to see a disgruntled copy-editor myself, aghast at the misuse of numerals. (Scrawled in blood on the wall: “‘5ive’ spells ‘fiveive’, you cretinous boob!”)

I’d have enjoyed it more if the ending had been a surprise, but I caught the last ten minutes a while back, channel-surfing in an ad break. The build-up was still worthwhile, but without surprise the twist lacked impact.

The a relentlessly grim atmosphere — is it any wonder he went mad and started killing? — began to grate after a while, as did the oppressive music, but for that script and those performances I’d have put up with Ed Wood in charge of the rest.