A PR contract disallows from saying that I met a certain delightful, red-headed actress recently, but seeing as the interview has since appeared in The Sunday Times, I think you get the hint! Will post in full later.
I throughly enjoyed said actress' new film, Flight. One of the best I've seen for a while — totally unexpected in content and completely misrepresented by its trailer which, for bums-on-seats purposes, sells it as a plane crash movie rather than the story of a man (Denzel Washington) wrestling his Giant Haystacks-sized demons.
But why-oh-why the Shawshank-like confessional at the end? There were a couple of points prior to that where they could have stopped the film, leaving it with a far grittier conclusion. Hollywood, unfortunately, doesn't like moral ambiguity. Everything must be tied up in a big pink bow.