Thor Ragnarok

Yes, we did. We went to see Thor Ragnarok. I have to say it was a much more successful cinema visit than last week's trip to see Blade Runner 2049. Yes, it was rubbish, it's a crash bang wallop movie full of cartoon violence and non-credible action sequences. 

But here's the thing. It's a knowing crash bang wallop movie with its tongue stuck firmly in its cheek. The makers are perfectly aware that what they're doing is entertaining people. They have no pretensions; they're not there to debate the state of the world, or warn about a dystopian future  or kick off discussions about when a replica human might be so good that it becomes a real human or whether people have souls. Its just sheer unadulterated entertainment. And it worked. 

It helped hugely that, unlike BR2049 it had a more or less coherent plotline that didn't make you stop and ask 'how did he know he needed to go there?' or 'how did he get there' or 'how has he managed to live there undetected for decades, what does he do for food' etc  every five minutes. 

Fun fact: the bad gal, rather than guy, in this movie was played by Cate Blanchett. The OH is her biggest fan. Really. He is. And yet he didn't recognise her in this, even though she was on screen for a good 45% of the film. 

Next week Jo Nesbo's The Snowman, of which Son No 1 rather discouragingly said 'I have heard only bad things'. Oops!