The Impossible

This evening I have just got back from taking myself on a date night (#nobodysbitch) because...

a) I have a cold.
b) It is absolutely bloody cold.
c) I have major January blues
d) Work was worrying me/pissing me off

So I took myself to m&s food and bought myself some really good sushi and then bought a ticket and sat myself down to watch The Impossible.

2 hours later I feel traumatised. I feel like i've actually been through the tsunami with them. I was half expecting some My Sisters Keeper-type weepy film, with a few deaths, a sad monologue... maybe a really emotional big soundtrack.

Instead I got 2 hours of no nonsense, realistic scenes of being pulled under water and thrown against debris... reeeally realistic wounds, throwing up of blood, surgery and general gore... exhaustingly emotional little boys who are beyond adorable and Ewan Mcgregor being a general hottie in distress.

It's not really one of those films you can walk out of and rave about, because what that real family went through was so traumatic. But I think the whole film was shot really well. Naomi Watts definitely deserves her Oscar nomination she received today and I think the main little kid did really well in it too (sorry, haven't looked up his name!).

I wouldn't say they built up Ewan Mcgregors part up enough though. It's all very well having a scene with him putting his kids to bed and then playing ball in a pool but thats too generic to really warm for him as much as I wanted to.

Anyway. It took my mind of being a complete January mard for at least one evening. There's nothing like a international disaster to really hit hard that I need to bloody stop whining!

Lots of impossible love,
Becca xx