I discovered this little memory in my update of The Phraser – a film review of a sort…and very brief.
It is an autumn evening with a few hours before my young charge has to return to his school. Can we fit in Madagascar 3? Yes…of course.
We race down the steep hill into the town. Lights flick on in the buildings around us as we park and run the square to the cinema entrance.
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This film spins you through party-land and out the other side. If you want your moral compass twirled till dawn don’t hesitate to get yourself a ticket.
Last night I sank into my cinema seat prepared to be bored. I had been told I would be. Reviewers had said so on the radio and in the papers. The great machinery of publicity had come to its verdict – I was doomed.
Turned out I wasn’t. I enjoyed a world-shifting three hours of adventure.
The Phraser 