Do you remember Dick Tracy? Do you remember Shane?

Last night we toddled down to the Essex Street Cinema to see The Motorcycle Diaries. It was okay. Actually, it was pretty good. It got, as Grumpy pointed out, a bit Power-of-One -ish towards the end, but it was pretty good.

And I never complain about the chance to enjoy a choc top and popcorn. Particularly after I've nibbled all the chocolate off the top and then I can stick popcorn in the ice cream.

Anyway, early on in the film, Our Heroes are burling across the Argentinean pampas to see some girl and they arrive at a huge mock-Tudor mansion. One character yells, "Where the maldicion are we - Switzerland?" I felt like calling out, "Nah, mate; you're in Perth."

But I'm no heckler. Particularly not at the moving picture shows.