... well maybe more appropriately the perils of fandom.
I went to the preview of
Dean Spanley today. A slow moving (I say slow moving, I possibly mean glacially moving) shaggy dog story that turned out to be an absolutely charming and gorgeous little film. So far, so sleepy, cheery Christmas fayre - where's the problem? The problem comes when one of the last things you found yourself reading late last night was a kink meme. Suddenly when the story starts to unfold, specifically when the main character starts to explain his unique outlook on life, you (if you're anything like me) suddenly find yourself thinking some very bad thoughts.
It's a Christmas film. With a family-friendly viewing rating. All uplifting and touching. Filled with scenery and more stiff upper lipped Englishmen than you could shake a firm handshake at. With a fantastic cast and life affirmation and snow and even the return of the Tokay!
I'm very occasionally a bad, bad person...
Anyway, long story short - if you're looking for the sort of film you should really be watching in mid-winter, curled round a cup of hot chocolate in front of an open fire, go see and be charmed. If you've recently read questionable tales involving bondage you'll probably not only be charmed, but also have a healthy dose of amused and not a little smidge of disconcerted thrown in for good measure.
:)