Swordfish. What a crap movie. Computer clichés galore, not to mention that scene where Halle Berry earned US$250,000 per breast. Did it add anything at all to the story? Hell no. Was it a ploy to get teenage boys into the cinema?
Looks like it to me.
Saturday Night Fever. Second in the weekend’s Travolta Festiva. Much better. Funny in places, dramatic and traumatic in others, groovy in most of it. And of course I giggled right through the opening sequence, remembering The Goodies.