“Back to work, Frank”

For a variety of reasons I needed to give this a spin tonight, to see Frank bite the hand that squeezes him.

I watched this while doing the ironing. Very emasculating.

When I lived in Chicago I worked a shitty cash in hand job for an old geezer who looked like Leo. I worked with a teetotal old salty dog who always had his Bible on him called Jesse Phiffer, who was very pious now but…

Wes Anderson making a spy film starring one of my favourite actors playing the kind of long-gone figure I read multiple Wikipedia articles about every week should be the home run of home runs. But this may be the least enthused I was watching one of his films for the first time (maybe French Dispatch actually). Which is to say that I still loved it and laughed the whole way through and soaked it all up happily. It got better…