Five Centres

We went to see Walk The Line yesterday. Better late than never I know, but it was my mother-in-law's surprising choice (when we could have seen something more mumsy like Memoirs Of A Geisha). I have to say I thought it was marvellous. Wakeen Phoenix is so like JC it's uncanny. I actually thought he was better than Reese Witherspoon. She was good too, but he was better, IMHO.

Anyway, before the film came the trailers (my favourite part of the cinema-going experience), in which a new Denzel Washington and Clive Owen film was featured. Now, I don't know about you, but I think Clive Owen is the biggest plank of wood going (swiftly followed by Daniel Craig). He's got a blank, emotionless face, a hollow, strangulated voice and generally he can't act for toffee. I grant you, The Chancer was watchable, but after that it all went down hill.

I remember the film Croupier was released here to universally sniffy reviews. Then of course American's wanked over it and everyone had to quickly re-eveluate it, this time to acclaim. I thought it was shockingly dreadful. Owen is a mumbling no-mark in an oversized hat and ill-fitting vest and is just awful. He looks plain daft.

I interviewed him once for a forgettable show in which he was a private detective, and The Bill's Roberta Taylor was his secretary. He was aloof, chain-smoked and wouldn't really answer questions in an interesting way. There was an element of looking down his nose at all these horrible journalists. Even before that though I considered him one of our least talented actors. He's got so lucky it's unbelievable. Oscar noms and all. Ha!

But try as I might to put my wife off him with all these stories, she still fancies him. Sigh.