Dear Mark Kermode.

As the UK's foremost Film critic and although (unfairly i feel)
ignored by the recent Sony Radio Awards, to me, you are the man.
I have almost never disagreed with you, and a "Mark likes it"
will guarantee me in a cinema that very night.

However, I've never understood your admiration for
Kenneth Branagh's Mary Shelly's Frankenstein.
It was the worse piece of cinematic caca ever seen.
I would rather gouge my own eyes out with a shit encrusted
broken bottle than watch it again.

You said you liked "Thor" and though clearly you are having
some kind of "bromance" with Mr Branagh I thought I'd check it out.
I must admit the first 20 minutes made me cringe, echoes of camp
early 80's Flash Gordon made me clench my buttocks and wince
like my feet were in a bowl of hungry piranha.

But then, but then. it came good. Well, it came OK.
It was....quite good. Was surprised. How did that happen?
Should have been utter cack. Was. OK.

Still think you're wrong about Frankenstein, Mark.

Hello to Jason Issacs.