Review got to go to the UK premiere of Invictus, Clint Eastwood’s new Nelson Mandela/rugby movie, on Sunday. We were sitting three rows from the front, close enough to see the weird mole on Clint’s upper lip and Morgan Freeman’s wonky teeth. Although, judging by the picture quality below, our hands must have been shaking from the sheer excitement of being in such close proximity to not none, not one but TWO living legends of the silver screen. And Matt Damon (who is actually rather sweet in real life).
(l to r: Used to drive Jessica Tandy around in a car; Doesn’t like people laughing at his mule/being on his lawn; Warner Bros executive android #5748/b; MAAAAAT DAAAY-MONN)
Later on Review got cornered by some flaky space cadet outside a bar, who wouldn’t leave us alone until she’d expounded her highly detailed theories about how Every Which Way But Loose was a veiled endorsement of suicide, and that large orange monkey Clyde was the representation of Clint Eastwood’s unthinking, rage-filled superego. Unfortunately the press conference ran out of time before we got the chance to ask him to confirm or deny this.
