Vicky Cristina Barcelona

After spending the remainder of my evening apologising profusely to the boyfriend for having dragged him to this film (“I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would be THAT pretentious!”), I got home and, browsing rottentomatoes.com, the only poor review of it I can find on the first page is from the Daily Mail.

That’s really not a good omen for my intellectual development.

However, I can at least be assured from having seen Barcelona that those who can effortlessly appreciate the arts still lead lives as boring and unfulfilling as I mine.