INSISTENCE IS USELESS

The fence is there to keep the cones in. Mere cones cannot transcend the lightly-flexible but nevertheless restraining matter of The Fence and thus may not pass. There's a lesson for us all in there somewhere, including the bloke attempting to defeat the revolving door of my office who was neglecting to respect the essential matter-opacity of his physical body.

Were my ftp space accepting uploads at the moment I would be able to link to a picture of the face of a bloke in the queue for Cadaver at the Cameo; even in a city stuffed full of lordlily-crowing yahs at a venue-type particularly susceptible to film-industrialists of the LOOKATMEYEAHLOOKATMELISTENTOMERIGHT-type (though significantly less so than the Filmhouse) late on a schoolnight when the dilution provided by normal people is reduced he stood out as being particularly nerkish. "Yeah, I'm English/Scottish/Irish yeah? I'm like a bit of everything yeah" which I don't think I've actually heard coming out of someone's real mouth in non-sarcastic form since I last had to suffer the close-proximity bellowings of yahs asserting their pretend ethnicity at uni. Luckily the Welsh were spared the indignity of sharing his alleged ancestry. He was part of a larger crowd of listen-to-us-all-laughing Jeremies and Jemimae who kept being loud all the way into the auditorium but were surprisingly but thankfully quiet during the film. Cadaver was quite similar in pace and tone to The Original rather than The US Remake of The Eye - suspenseful-horror rather than just lots of bleeding. The acting and sound weren't anything special but it was competently shot although the jumps between action and explaining the backstory were sometimes a little stumbling. It's probably worth catching if it comes round before someone remakes it with Americans in.