'In the year 2045, reality is an ugly place. The only time Wade Watts really feels alive is when he’s jacked into the OASIS, a vast virtual world where most of humanity spends their days.'
Oh deep joy! I read this after my son persuaded me to take him to see 'Ready Player One', the latest Steven Spielberg movie. Not quite the kind of thing I'd choose to see given that half of the life of a teenager's mum is spent prising their offspring away from an electronic existence. Ask any of us. I bet we'll all tell you the same thing.
But what do you know? It wasn't half bad especially as one of the main characters sported a New Order T-Shirt and 'Blue Monday' was included in the soundtrack. There's a message about real life being way better than its electronically generated counterpart that also earned the film brownie points. Among the trailers was news of a new Star Wars spin off that's coming out later this year. So I might even be tempted to sit in the dark with a bunch of adolescents again before summer is out. I hope that the man with a revolting smelling hot dog and rustling sweet packet in the next seat isn't touching elbows with me next time. His absence might enhance my viewing experience.
It's rare that I watch TV programmes or films these days. There just doesn't seem to be the time. But this was my second movie of the week. On my day off, Saturday this weekend, I purposely snuggled up under a blankie on the sofa and watched 'Loving Vincent', the story of the circumstances surrounding Van Gogh's death. It's billed as the world's first fully painted feature film and is gorgeous darlings. I've included the trailer for those who fancy a glimpse. In spite of my unexpected enjoyment of the shoot 'em up flashiness of the Spielberg offering, it may not be a surprise to hear that this extraordinary offering was much more up my street.