One couple-y thing that Michael and I do is sit down of a Monday night, when I’ve finished my uni work, and watch a foreign film. We both like to pretend that we’re oh-so incredibly cultured. In the past few weeks we’ve made it through Incendies, Percepolis, Departuresand, though it might not count as a cultured movie, almost a whole series of K-On!This week though, we were watching Pan’s Labyrinth.

I’d never seen it before, but Michael had, but enough time had passed for him to see it again. I was looking forward to it, seeing as it’s talked up so much. Needless to say that I really enjoyed it, but was incredibly confronted by it. I always thought it was a Child’s fairy tale. It was a fairy tale, definitely; but definitely not a children’s one. Some scenes in it were the stuff of nightmares. It was an incredibly lovely movie though. That being said, I don’t think it’s worth all of the hype.

And though I may be chastised for it, I definitely think that The Lives of Others deserved that Oscar over Pan’s Labyrinth.