Thursday, 1 September 2016
At 5pm, I couldn't decide if I really wanted to see a movie about two brothers robbing banks.
At 5.30pm, I thought, well, I'd better get a move on - but I didn't get a move on.
At 5.45pm, I ran a comb through my hair and ran out the door. At 6.25pm I emerged into the lights of Piccadilly Circus, and felt glad that I'd shaken off the can't be bothered lethargy of the suburbs.
I made it in the nick of time. And guess what? Hell or High Water turned out be one of the best films that I've seen in ages. Brilliantly scripted and far better than Anthropoid which I saw at the weekend.