black cat white cat

since turning 22, i find it a lot harder to watch films. my eyes are fine, but i’m a losing a bit of that suspension of disbelief ting, and increasingly the credits are accompanied by thoughts of “if only they’d killed orlando bloom off in the first scene, it might have been tolerably bad…”. so props to black cat white cat for being the first film i’ve seen in a long while that was so perfectly brilliant that even if i wanted to get on my high donkey and pick it apart, i would be completely lost. any film that features the line:

Shut up when you’re speaking to me

delivered by a vampire in oval gold-effect sunglasses needs nothing more said, so i’m off shopping