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Some movies are s0 good – I mean so utterly utterly wondrously brilliant – that every moment that you waste reading a review about it is time you could have spent getting yourself to your local cineplex, buying waffles and ice-cream, hunkering down in your seat and treating yourself to the best film you’re likely to see this year.
Baby Driver is one of those movies, so before you go…
As much as I dislike blowing my own trumpet (okay, not strictly true: I’d blow it 25 hours a day if I could), I am going to say, here and now – and I swear I won’t mention it ever again – that I was totally on target when I took a guess at the storyline.
You might remember that the cast tweeted a couple of shots from the film set a while back, and the interweb lost its collective shit.
Why the hell, said the Politically Correct Police, is Karen Gillan running around a mosiquito-infested jungle in shorts with her midriff out? I mean, what sensible heroine does that?
Lara Croft, I replied, to no-one in particular.
Each of the four is playing a character in a computer game, and Karen is playing a send-up of the Tomb Raider. I mean, if the name Ruby Roundhouse wasn’t a clue that this is supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, then I don’t know what else they could have done short of posting the script on the movie’s website.
Well, the trailer is out and … well, it’s probably best if you see for yourself.
I guess the take-home from this is that it’s probably best to wait until production is actually done before piling in and tearing the movie to bits. A little patience and you stop bloggers getting smug when they’re proven right, and as we all know, there’s nothing worse than a smug blogger.