...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Have I mentioned how much I loathe telemarketers? Because I really do. With the hate of a thousand smaller hatreds.

In more pleasant news, have been watching 'The Master Blackmailer' with Jeremy Brett. In the bath. Also, being an Irish plumber. It was all shades of cool.

Did I mention, bath scene?

I'm going to start a list of all cool films with cool bath scenes.

1: From Hell
2: The Master Blackmailer

Hmm... this leads me to conclude that I don't watch enough films with gratuitous bathing scenes.

And no, that scene with Micheal in 'Peter Pan' emphatically does not count.

Watched the Richard Roxburgh version of Hound of the Baskervilles this evening, despite Jonathan's dire warnings that doing so would cause my head to explode/give me cancer/result in millions of David Blaine clones.

It wasn't that bad, once I got passed the whole 'Dude, that's Dracula...' thing with Roxburgh. The deep shock came near the end of the film, with the sudden realisation that Ian Hart, who plays Watson, is Quirrel from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Which wasn't as disturbing as the Moriarty/Homer Simpson thing, but did have the effect of throwing the entire film off-kilter.

(Incidentally, have decided that if the ACD characters were characters in the Simpsons, Watson would totally be Marge. Unless it's the Nigel Bruce version of Watson, in which case, he'd be Milhouse.)

Also: Richard E. Grant. In another Holmes film. And somehow, not playing Sherlock. How does this keep happening?

The CGI on the Hound was bad. Really bad. Like, worse than Underworld.

Watson was very... unWatsony. In a non-Sherlock Holmes film, I would have adored his character, but here it was just odd. Very odd.

Other than that, mildly entertaining, and yay for homoerotic bathing scenes, which as we all know, the world needs more of - I'm looking at you, Lord of the Rings.