This week I test drove the Vauxhall Astra VXR and was asked whether I was the type of person who'd buy this type of car - a powerhouse of a hatchback. "Well am I?" I thought, so here's my CV. I don't profess to be many things but I like to think of myself as a nice guy, who's hard-working, law abiding, music loving, car worshipping and sport mad. I also like to advertise myself as somewhat of a film expert and enjoy dropping into conversation with like-minded people the Spanish language film I saw last night or what actually happened in The Matrix. Until this week however there was a gaping hole in my film repertoire that ensured that my cinematic ramblings were denounced quicker than Usain Bolt running the 100 metres - I had never seen The Usual Suspects.
Having been garnered with more stars in reviews than the night sky above me Autel MaxiPRO MP808TS, it seemed odd that I'd never taken time out to watch it. The content seemed up my street too, with the film being billed at the time of release as ‘the Reservoir Dogs of 1995', so plenty of guns, violence, swearing and death then - not Toy Story in other words. So I finally settled down 13 years later than intended and can report that if I had any clout as a film critic there would be another maximum five stars winging their way to Bryan Singer's masterpiece.