Run, Phil, Run... and it's Christmas in September

It's a hard act to follow the success of Shaun Of The Dead and Hot Fuzz... so I don't think it's fair to compare Simon Pegg's latest vehicle, Run, Fatboy, Run, to them - but I guess everyone else will.
I liked it. It's a nice film and it was great to see a film set in England, directed by an American, with the feel of an English film. Unlike The Holiday (which I loved and I've only just seen), it doesn't pander to the 'quaint English' stereotype of remote cottages and rubbish weather.
Instead there's some great use of locations around London and the weather's actually pretty good. And it is funny. Well, I thought it was. I admit, I don't know whether it's been released in the States, but it'd be interesting to get an American's view on it. Or see how well it does at the box office.
The film uses its peripheral characters really well, and the use of a cute child never fails to tug the heartstrings.
It's actually probably a pretty good first date film. Because it's not so funny the lady's going to ruin her mascara and there's nothing that's going to cause offence - but, importantly, it's not too romantic. Some romcoms can be the filmic equivalent of unsubtly leaving wedding magazines lying around!

Ice cream consumed: 1 scoop pomegranate, 1 scoop lemon sorbet, 1 scoop blackberry.

Hopefully this weekend I'll be off to see Disturbia. We're heading for scary season. Hurrah!