Greetings, Lovelies. So, here we are – third week of January. The credit card bills have just hit, its cold, windy and raining, yonks till anyone gets paid again and for most of us, the exercise and weight-loss resolutions have all gone right out the window. They say this is the most depressing bit of the year, but surpringly, for January, I’m in a very chipper mood.
This year, I’ve taken a break from the usual January self-flagellation and have decided instead that this is ‘pamper-me’ month. On account of the fact that I was such a frazzled old bag before Christmas, running around in a frenzy of chaos, I’m taking it upon myself to be kind to myself. I’ve had my hair cut, my eyebrows done, my nails done and, on the good advice of my friend Lesley, have taken up sherry as my lady tipple of choice at home. It’s brilliant.
It helps that all is calm in Rees towers and we’re both writing, which is always the most fun phase to be in. And last night, Emlyn and I went on our first cinema trip of the year to see ‘American Hustle’.
I’ve been wanting to see this film for ages, mainly because the posters have been everywhere. All that 70’s hair and fashion. Disco! What’s not to love? And don’t get me wrong, this film didn’t disappoint on the visual front. It looks stunning. It also has four tremendous performances from the leads, although for me, it didn’t excel past the opening shot of Christian Bale constructing his elaborate comb-over.
It also featured Amy Adams breasts. A lot. She’s got a great pair of knockers and rocks a Dianne von Furstenberg dress like no-one else, but I left very thankful that the low ‘V’ neckline is no longer in fashion. I am seriously tempted to Google how many metres of tit tape the costume department used during the filming. Didn’t they wear bras at all in the 70’s?
My overall impression was that whilst the characterization was great, the script could definitely have been better and the plot a bit beefier. But maybe I’m just picking holes because I’m hot off the back of a box set. I’ve just watched series one of Wentworth Prison. It’s the opposite end of the spectrum to American Hustle, being about an Australian women’s prison (so the costume department had a significantly easier job). However, if you ever watched Prisoner Cell Block H back in the 90’s (usually late at night after a few pints) then this is definitely one for you. It’s utterly gripping.
So there are a few recommendations for you. But my biggest recommendation of all is to treat yourself today. Right now. It’s January. Let yourself off the hook.