Colin Firth

I first became aware of Colin Firth after checking out Pride & Prejudice from the library. While I do dearly love me some Matthew McFadyen... no one does Mr Darcy like Colin Firth.

I saw him next in Bridget Jones' Diary, a book that had charm as a movie, but in my opinion remains a much better book than movie. Then I saw him in Love Actually, a movie I know quite well most people won't admit to liking, but I thought it was a lovely version of what it was.

Somewhere along the way, I saw The Importance of Being Earnest - a movie that I still dearly love, and not only because Oscar Wilde is brilliant.

I am currently watching What a Girl Wants. This is not, by any means, a brilliant movie, nor a brilliant script. The acting, also, is not brilliant - but for Colin Firth, who is a king among men.

I <3 Colin Firth.

Bobble head syndrome

Is it just me, or has Angelina Jolie gone from being a kick-butt female who could credibly pull off Lara Croft to a skinny sack of bones with a bobble head? I was scrolling through a few pictures of the Cannes Film Festival and came across this little gem where you can just about see through her arms.

I mean, I know she wants to save the whole world's starving children, but don't you think the sympathy-lack-of-eating thing is going a little far? I do like the outfit - this business of saving the world is almost as interesting as the black haired, Billy Bob Thornton blood in a vial phase. Well, no - that was entertaining, but sad.

I was actually rather impressed with what she's managed to accomplish in terms of awareness. I'm convinced she's a kook, but whatever. Now, however, she's a super skinny kook with the bobble head syndrome.