Mama and I watched Momento last night, having been assured by Liv it was suitable viewing for those with tender sensibilities. We tried to get away with watching only the first half, saving the rest for another, distant day, but Liv got hold of the controller and refused to let us out of the viewing chamber.
I can’t say I grasped what happened or who was good or bad or even what anyone was trying to do. It might have helped if the end hadn’t come at the beginning and I could have remembered its details. Ah, well. Johnny English tonight: much more my cup of tea.