My Brain Has Departed

Oh, you'll like this. Yes, you'll like this a lot.

My schedule of watching films in the evenings had been going well. I had been focusing on films just fine. On Monday night, I watched London To Brighton, which was enjoyable if a bit unremarkable. Remarkable for achieving a certain amount with its low-budget perhaps, and some good performances, but that's about it.

Anyway, that's besides the point. Tonight (Tuesday), I slapped Martin Scorsese's The Departed into the DVD player and sat back to view. Thirty minutes in, I was utterly confused. Bamboozled. What the hell was going on? It seemed to be jumping around all over the place. Couldn't figure out whether I was supposed to be seeing jumps back and forth in time, a Tarantino-esque jigsaw plot or some new avant garde approach to narrative altogether.

Then it slowly - oh, so slowly - dawned on me that I was mistakenly believing Leonardo DiCaprio and Matt Damon's characters to be the same character. I was literally watching their different scenes, believing them to be the same person. My brain could not tell them apart. Even though one had a moustache. So I stopped the DVD, vowing to return when I had regained the ability to discern one face from another.

Now, I could try and couch this as a witty comment on how identikit and interchangeable many of today's movie stars are (and for the record, neither Damon nor DiCaprio do much to blow my skirts up). I could also point out that I was a bit tired, with my mind partly on other things.

But let's face it, eh? What a twat.

Good day to you.