Sing it again, Frank!

I love Frank Sinatra. Have been listening to my new CD for ages. I find myself prancing around the place like a total fool, doing silly kicks and whatnot.

Today I watched Running Man. I'm not even sure how you spell that. I'll be quite ashamed if I get it wrong, though perhaps I shouldn't be. It was so bad. You know sometimes you can watch a film that's totally lame and yet you spend the whole thing laughing and end up loving it? Rambo is a prime example. Well, Running Man is only just on the right side of camp/funny. Sometimes it slips over the edge into the realms of pure unadulterated dirge. I was amused, but found the bizarre plot so confusing, not helped by Arnold's flashback habit and truly abysmal acting. Seriously. How did this man make it into films? It's unbelieveable. Plus his character was so 'good' it was sickening. You just wanted to see him get hideously beaten to death. He had so many "hilarious" one-liners, you started trying to pre-empt him as they were so obvious.

Other than that, it was good. I loved the way the world of the future is plagued with 80s fashion (Arnie's silver all in one babygrow outfit had me snorting. Nice.) And Jesse Ventura's heinous toupee. What the...? It's a whole different colour. In a certain light you'd swear it was ginger. They should have sent that thing after Arnie, it would have killed him outright. If ever a hairpiece was rife with disease...I imagine the guy who wrote the book it was based on is spinning in his grave, or lounge chair if he's still with us.

The best thing about the whole film, I'm sad to say, was when the credits rolled at the end and I happened to catch the name 'Roger Bumpass'. That was it for me. I spent a good few minutes rolling around, crying with laughter.

Oh God....Roger Bumpass.... *dies* I'm going to google him.