In Cold Country

Ok so in the last few weeks I have spent more than 3 days on planes and been a captive audience for many, many films some good some bad. Lets just say after watching Reece Witherspoon in Just Like Heaven she should never be able to win an academy award ever. After a good performance in Walk the Like, Laura Jean made me want to spew teriyaki salmon all over the cabin crew.

Aside from shite some good stuff was also fortunate enough to steal my gaze. Capote is brilliant. Keener is amazing and Hoffman is better than he normally is which will make this the most deserving male oscar win in a longtime.

Walk the Line was good, but a bit over-rated. Shop girl was a nice early morning viewing as I flew from Cairns to Sydney, thanks Qantas frequent flyer program for a multistop bitch of a flight, over the Great Barrier Reef.

The rest is a blur and I am not sure what was film, what was reality or what was dream. Heathrow transit check was a sitcom. Baggage scanners repeatedly saying Saki Saki to Japanese tourists, whilst special needs children wait to get through to their next flight. Giddy London!! All the while in a queue that had no real purpose except to aggravate and get us up close and personal with people who have been in the same clothes for 11 hours.

Good thing I am back in Helsinki and -10 degree joy.

P.S. That Lost show really fucked up my flight experience, everytime we hit turburlance that scene where the guy shoots to the ceiling of the plane ran through my head. Bad TV people.