Phun wif Moovies - The Moth, starring Jack Davenport.

So, instead of talking about Spike Lee's documentary last night (because seriously. I do not need to cry today) I'm going to talk about the BBC production of Catherine Cookson's The Moth, starring the ever-gorgeous Jack Davenport. Um, it's not a deep movie, although it really REALLY wants to be. For the record, it's not bad. Except for the oven mitt scene where I laughed. Oh, and the "I'm crazy! Can't you tell? I'm walking BACKWARDS. See? Crazy," scene. And the extreme overacting of "I am distraught, watch me SCREEEEAAAAM" moments, BUT REALLY! I highly enjoyed it, and not just because Jack "Can I Get Naked In This Movie?" Davenport is in it. Okay, that's a huge part. Hahahaha.

I would like to state for the record that Jack Davenport's character Robert Bradly may be the best Peter Stu ever written. Handsome? Check. A man on his own terms? Check. Sensitive to the monthly needs of women? Ahahaha. Check. Here we go. Yeah, I'm aping this from mistful, but come on. And for the record, this is tub of ice cream and/or chocolate movie watching at ITS FINEST.

( The Moth, AKA: Who Needs A Cuddle? )