It wasn’t that lousy. It was just terrible, in the sense that terrible was all it was. Watching it wouldn’t necessarily give you any disease more dangerous than a weeping case of pink-eye. There are some who say that a full hour’s exposure to the script in its raw form would be enough to induce full-blown ebola, but by the time the thin banalities of the text had been plumped out with set decoration and acting, what unfolded on screen was merely a cause for despair, not for writhing on the carpet with a melted spine and your brains running out of your ears.I guess he didn't like it then.
24 June 2011
Quote of the day
In The Telegraph, Clive James ruminates on The Kennedys: