Second zombie movie of the weekend. Haven’t been to the cinema on a Saturday night in… well, years, I think. Some long overdue hangtime with James Diggle becomes an early show of Zombieland (omg I LOVED it. Such a great popcorn, Saturday night kind of film) and burritos in Angel. Decide to walk up to Angel as it always seems so near but I’ve never bothered yet. It is just as close as I think, and such a direct route. The night is just kicking off really when we leave at 10-ish, but we’re stuffed from yummy Mexican and frozen margs. I walk back home again, potter about, contemplate work… end up watching Le Cercle Rouge instead. Jean-Pierre Melville makes some classy films.