This week?s half full and half empty.
Folded:
- Moon (strange Sam Rockwell, watchable as ever)
- Plaid shirts (classic style anonymity. Buy a padded one to look like a window cleaner)
- When Eight Bells Toll (the youngest you've ever seen Anthony Hopkins. If you're off sick this is bound to be on Film4. It'll really pass the time too)
- Omega Seamaster watch (you can't afford one, but no-one will know when you stare through the jewellers? window)
- Autumn video games (Modern Warfare 2, Splinter Cell: Conviction, Uncharted 2, Alpha Protocol, etc ? prepare to have your pockets lightened)
The thing about terrorists is this – sure, they’re more than happy to sit giggling in a small room with a flaming gay Austrian for hours on end, but if you put it in an international film, darn it all, they are gonna have to save face.
It's the second-most controversial film of the year – after Paul Blart – but Bruno has aced the weekend box office.
The MTV Movie Awards are fertile ground for hecklerspray-baiting tosh to do the rounds, though sometimes it is a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. From extreme close range. With a bazooka.
When Hecklerspray gets called into various places to accept awards and whatnot, we routinely do four things.
Ich vas wrong when I thought that Sacha Baron Cohen’s camp crusader, Bruno, would be a slice of cringe-worthy crap. 
