Thursday's treat was the new Tomb Raider film with Alicia Vikander as Lara Croft. It had everything I love about the Tomb Raider franchise: lavish sets, gratuitous puzzles, a strong moral code and that move where you hang from a rope and shuffle along it sideways. Plus I completely failed to recognise Derek Jacobi beyond thinking 'who is that sweet old man?'
It's not going to win any Oscars but I very much enjoyed getting all excited about a Tomb Raider movie like it was 2001 (a time, let me remind you, when Daniel Craig was of significance to me only as Lara Croft's dodgy frenemy/occasional bonk).
I miss Chris Barrie as the butler, though.
Yesterday I went to Greenwich for Isle of Dogs, a weird and wonderful stop-motion puppet movie featuring the voice talent of Bill Murray and Jeff Goldblum as a fox terrier and a husky respectively. It's the touching, funny and slightly disturbing story of 12-year-old Atari, who flies a tiny aircraft to Trash Island to rescue his exiled bodyguard dog and ends up unmasking a sinister conspiracy by a cat-loving dynasty. Loved it to bits.