See How They Run

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

What a terribly unimaginative title.

Caro and I had a lovely day today! We decided to go on a date to see this movie. 

I asked Caro if she wanted anyone else along with us and she said she wanted it to be just us.

Awwww.

I think she was somewhat disappointed by the movie. It wasn't the best whodunnit by a long shot (it commits the cardinal sin of only telling you the motive as they reveal the killer). But I enjoyed it anyway. 

Saoirse Ronan who I've only ever thought of as okay before now is A-DORE-A-BULL in this, playing the part of a wide-eyed enthusiastic young police officer with such open-mouthed excitement that just looking at her made me laugh. And Sam Rockwell is a good foil for her as a grumpy old bastard copper. 

But the film is more Wes Anderson than Agatha Christie. It takes itself not at all seriously and errs on the side of meta and self-referential. However, if you know that going in, you'll enjoy it.

Caro and I did not know this. "That was a funny little film," she said at the end. Which is her way of saying, "meh" without making me feel bad for taking her to see it. 

Nevertheless it was just lovely to be out and about with Mrs. O who is as resolutely glam as ever (as you can see). 

And then we got home and luxuriated in a Sunday well spent. 

S.