Years after its inception, I am still tickled each week by the entire concept of the Sunday Telegraph's "Culture Vulture", whereby the weeks' cinema and theatre openings are cross-referenced with their press reviews. Each review is summarised by our intrepid avian correspondant as "Great Carrion" (jubilant vulture leaps into the air, wings spread wide) "On The Turn..." (vulture stands looking bored) or "Rotten" (on its back with legs in the air).
So why am I rabbiting on about it? This week, The Sweetest Thing managed the rare infamy signalled by a full row of "Rotten".
Well, it amused me. The Vulture, that is, not the film, because I haven't seen it.
So why am I rabbiting on about it? This week, The Sweetest Thing managed the rare infamy signalled by a full row of "Rotten".
Well, it amused me. The Vulture, that is, not the film, because I haven't seen it.