No, I haven’t seen Salmon Fishing in the Yemen or You’re Next, which is “basically another Shaun of the Dead,” a guy told me last night. Why would I, the king of “writing five or six hours in the morning and seeing two or three films in the afternoon and maybe also in the early evening and then going to a party after that” get around to seeing two films that nobody knew anything about until they saw them here?
I don’t take chances. I don’t walk into pitch-black rooms. I walk into semi-lighted rooms that I’ve checked out in advance. Like Ricky Roma in Glengarry Glen Ross, I follow leads.
