Continuing my cinematic extravaganza, I caught (after an exhilarating almost didn't make it bus ride on Monday night) The Kite Runner. And what a lovely film it was. Having read the book, I knew exactly what to expect and judiciously attended the cinema alone so I could sob in an unrestrained and self-indulgent frenzy throughout. And I pretty much did.

I guess the storyline does deal with one terrible misfortune after another but in such a charming and engaging way, you don't feel like you're watching a particularly sorrowful film. And they'd put the film together as charmingly as I hoped they might, with brilliant performances from the young boys and the grown-up boy for that matter. If you like weepy movies, go see.