Mr Darcy, Arnie or Alien?

It’s lunchtime in the Solomon office, and I’m pretty much struck dumb.

I like films, as anyone who has seen my DVD collection will testify – I really really like films. Then again, with what TV offers up most of the time, can you really blame me?

My tastes range from the mainstream to the downright obscure, across the dramatic and comedic. From fantasy and sci-fi worlds to plain old real-world Mother Earth.

In case I’m not being clear, I’ve seen – and will continue to see – a lot of films. This means two things.

Firstly I am almost always eagerly awaiting the arrival of at least one film, and like to keep an eye on what’s around the corner. Right now I’m particularly excited by the imminent arrival (at last!) of Watchmen. I’m also waiting less than patiently for Tarantino’s ‘Inglourious Basterds’, Clint Eastwood’s ‘Gran Torino’, and ‘Transformers 2 : Revenge of the Fallen’ (pure no-brainer cheese, but the trailer looks so very cool).

The second facet of my love is the fact that I’ve seen some truly bizarre offerings hit the screen. Vampires living in a desert town, wearing high-factor sun-block and drinking synthetic blood; An ageing Elvis Presley - who swapped lives with an Elvis impersonator to escape the limelight – living in a Texas retirement home and battling an ancient Egyptian mummy; and even Mark Wahlberg leading a bunch of survivors as they try to escape homicidal plant-life (blatantly the most ridiculous, and worst acted of the three – sorry Mark, I do rate you generally but that was just awful)

Those all pale into insignificance though. I’ve just checked my email, there’s a friend who regularly drops me messages about stuff he’s spotted – because he knows I’ll be interested. As a result I’ve gone scurrying around the web with my jaw to the floor. It surely must be a wind-up, right? Apparently not, not according to Empire, and The Guardian, and numerous other sources.


So I guess that just leaves the question of whether Mr Darcy will do an Arnie and kick Georgian xenomorph butt, earn their respect and survive like Danny Glover did, or take a beating like the acid-blooded Aliens.

Pride and Predator? You really couldn’t make it up!