You count the bands, you cut your hair And someone saying you're a millionaire

Well as he said he would, my dad went to see The Duchess on Friday night. And it would appear to have been a success. In his words "it was good, excellent acting from that Ralph Fiennes. But that whats-her-name, Winslet is it? That's right, Keira Knightley, well even although she denied in the papers that she was, she wasn't half putting on the Lady Di look".

That's my dad's approach to film reviews. Cut straight to the chase, no messing about.

I've warned him not to go and see Pineapple Express.

It's getting kind of hard to believe things are going to get better

The day arrived! Yay! And it arrived 2 days early. Thanks to a preorder, I got my hands on the DVD of FSM a whole two days before it hit the shops. Which meant that every time I saw the ad on TV "Forgetting Sarah Marshall, out Monday", I felt the need to say "I don't think so" to the TV.

I've been fairly restrained. I've watched it once all the way through; the extras twice through and I'm now halfway through the commentary version (which is supremely funny and has reminded me how much I love listening to the commentaries of films that I love).

It hasn't disappointed. It's just a really fun, sweet, adorable film, with lots of laugh out loud moments and lots of slightly uncomfortable moments (uncomfortable in the sense that you've been there, or can imagine the horror of being there). It still amuses me that when I saw it in the cinema, it took me a good 20 minutes or so to recognise Paul Rudd (it seems patently obvious now of course).

And the film has also led me to discover some utter gems that I may not have had I not gone to see it, namely Freaks and Geeks and How I Met Your Mother.

And contrary to what more than one of my friends have been saying, I have not been wearing out the pause function. What do they take me for?