After spending the Easter weekend with my brother – him writing music while I sang possible vocal lines and worked on my book – Ash & I decided to go out on a … err… thing– would you call it a date? Geeze… I don't know.
Anyway, we'd only met during the Good Friday Exodus of the Drunk Damned so Monday, instead of drinking, we'd be seeing a movie.
A note to anyone who's at all interested in seeing Before The Devil Knows You're Dead: don't.
Wait for it on DVD. We should have.
You'll have more fun going out and taking pictures of whoever you planned on seeing the movie with so go do that (unless you're seeing it by yourself in which case you can keep your roll of film…)
Ash leaning against a wall. You can click on it to see it bigger if you like.
Seriously, Before The Devil Knows Your Dead has superb acting, superb direction, superb cinematography, and an absolutely lousy story. Christ. What the hell was Sidney Lumet thinking helming that pile of trash. Everyone did their job except the bloody writer who made this completely pointless tale that left you depressed.
My serious advice would be to bring some chocolate to counteract the effects of how depressed you'll be when you're done watching the movie as well as how depressed you'll be that you just wasted your money on it too.
Ash has a very French look to her in this. Very arty, very meeeooowwwww.
More importantly, Ash is lovely. She's a gifted artist with a sexy Canadian accent and a great personality.
And here are some pictures of her because I don't have a lot to say.
It's the end of the night and I'm tired. I apologise.
Ash again in another intentionally-slightly-soft image. Click for a bigger one.
You can't click on this for a bigger one. So there :P
Ash shoots my feet, pants, waist… my torso and stuff!
Finally, here's a pic of me in colour-ish at Ash's place!
