Film Illiterate, wherein the proprietor records movies seen, and sporadic progress through assorted lists of the "best". Originally started after regretfully renting something forgettable for the third time. I've forgotten what, but never again! A tedious endeavour since 2005. Hello. 🙂
Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon play fictionalized versions of themselves, taking a roadtrip so Coogan can write for The Observer about fine restaurants. They spend rather a lot of time doing Michael Caine impressions.
The more interesting part of the story is the difference in attitude between the happily married Brydon and the womanizing Coogan, 44 and unhappy both in career and in love. It's a little depressing.