Sweet Nothings

Three very different films that can be described as romantic comedies to varying degrees, all seen ahead of their UK release dates (in the States or at the LFF) - this is almost like being a proper reviewer! The buzz for Enough Said , which came out on Friday (oh), is mostly around what has sadly turned out to be James Gandolfini’s final performance. Writer/director Nicole Holofcener’s film is a lot more than that, and certainly deserves better than its tediously generic ladies-only poster campaign. Julia Louis-Dreyfus plays Eva, a single middle-aged massage therapist whose daughter is about to leave for college. She meets Gandolfini’s aimiable schlub Albert at a party and they slowly, hesitantly fall in love, until the inevitable spanner hits the works. Most synopses and reviews have spoilerifically revealed the exact nature of said spanner, which won’t ruin the film for you by any means, but I’m glad I didn’t know what was coming. And although some of the plot po

Doge's Palace (not the real one) At first, I thought that Las Vegas was going to be my favourite city in the world. Yes yes, it obviously represents the nadir of humankind's narcissistic greed, but just look at all those bright lights! The airport is right next to the Strip, so as soon as you get into your taxi you're confronted with a giant pyramid shooting a laser beam into the air for no discernable reason, whilst a TV screen in the back of the cab bombards you with enticing ads for the latest shows. Truly, it feels like you're being ushered towards a cornucopia of unimaginable delights. Once we'd checked in and gotten some of our bearings, reality then bit. When you realise you can only hope to dine at a mere fraction of the hundreds of eateries, and that you're never likely to see the vast majority of these shows, nor play at every table or slot machine, and that you can't stay in every hotel, you do start to think that maybe all this is, ra

The story so far: The USA's unfathomable governmental structure conspires to close down all the country's National Parks the day before we fly out there for our long-planned holiday. We miss out on a visit to Alcatraz, and have to rearrange our travel schedule for the first week because Yosemite is shut. Wednesday 9 October - Monterey: with neither side showing any sign of conceding defeat, we are forced to abandon our plans to stay at Grand Canyon Village as well. At least this allows us to (a) we book ourselves into the Monte Carlo on the Las Vegas strip for three nights, and (b) book ourselves on a day tour to the West Rim of the canyon for Saturday. NB. The West Rim is owned and run by Hualapai Indians... sorry, Native Americans (definitely not  Redskins ). Although this means it has remained open, everyone seems to agree that compared to the South Rim, aka the "proper bit", the West Rim is smaller, tackier and generally a bit shit. Still, from my point

Carmel beach Coastal California has been fairly well mythologised over the years - the mere mention of Big Sur, Monterey or Santa Cruz evokes hazy visions of sun-dappled semi-paradises where the surf is high and so are most of the people.  If I wasn't as excited about this part of our trip as I was about San Francisco or Las Vegas, not forgetting the Grand Canyon (status pending), it was almost solely down to The Thrills, whose jangle-pop dirges "inspired" by the area sapped the life out of my ears a decade or so ago. It's hard to credit how such a stunning environment could possibly inspire such tepid music, but basically Brian Wilson - often imitated, never remotely bettered - has a lot to answer for. Another unfeasibly bourgeois Carmel shopping arcade Thanks to Yosemite being closed, we were able to see a lot more of this region than originally planned. First stop was Carmel, whose official name of Carmel-by-the-Sea better reflects its picture-book natur

So, most of the US Government is shut. Obviously some functions are being kept going, except it seems for the really essential ones, such as KEEPING THE NATIONAL PARKS OPEN FOR NICE UK TOURISTS WHO'VE PLANNED THEIR VISITS TO ALCATRAZ, YOSEMITE AND ESPECIALLY THE GRAND CANYON FOR MONTHS . First they decide to elect a new Pope just before we go to Rome, thereby depriving me of seeing the Sistene Chapel, and now this. Screw you, Tea Party nutjobs. Screw you, world in general. Still, at least I've been able to see San Francisco for the first time, which is possibly the least practical city on earth. Sure, those pioneer guys who first set eyes on the beautiful Bay Area must have thought they were quids in, but they failed dismally to consider how the 20th century population expansion and the invention of the motor car might work vis a vis the massive sodding hills surrounding the bay. I doubt Top Gear's budget stretches to converting entire cities into racetracks, but San Fr