A New Beginning

Five films already? Seems like only yesterday we were gawking at JoBeth Williams' face furniture in a combination of befuddlement, awe, and let's face it, sexually charged ardour. And that's not just the fellas, eh? Anyway. Because I'm a bit slow, and I could not for the life of me work out how the hell to get back into the old blog I'm starting this one. So there.

And so to item one on the agenda, those all important scores. I got scores for the first three film clubs. So I'm going to need you to refresh my memory for Abigail's Party, and those of you still working out how to assign a number value to subtly let me know that you thought Punch Drunk Love was, to quote James, "Punch Drunk Shit", don't be shy.