Friday the 13th (the film, not the day...)

So, me and a friend decided to go to the cinema tonight. Being fluffy girly film type girls (see previous film review for proof..), we had our hearts set on Confessions of A Shopaholic. I've read the books, liked them, so was optimistic.

After a brief stop in Tesco, for yummy liquid treats (Yop anyone?) and a mango, we headed off...power walking to Cineworld.

In the queue, giggling and chattering, I saw something. Something awful. Confessions etc etc was sold out!! We decided to try our luck anyway, and it turned out there was like..one seat left. I asked the guy if I could just sit on my friend's knee...and he laughed at me. I don't think he realised that I was serious....

So we decided to see Friday 13th...yeah, we're both big wimps, afraid of our own shadows but a film is a film...so with trepidation we headed in, found our seats (at the back, by the wall, in front of the stairs so we could make a hasty escape should a crazed Jason leap out of the screen at us), Yops to hand, and jackets to cover our eyes with. Yep, we were all set.

In case you haven't noticed yet, I'm rambling to hide the fact that there is actually no review here...

I would love to be able to give you a review for this, I really would. But...I can't. Because even when I wasn't cowering in fear behind my coat, I was too terror stricken by what I was seeing to even focus enough on anything to put in a review. I was screaming at one of the ads before the actual film started...

I left the cinema pale, shaking, and not in the least bit impressed with the prospect of the walk home from town (walking off the Yop y'see..) and I also left with one question burning in my mind: Why won't Jason fuck off and die already?!

Enjoy the film!