I picked The Bucket List to take home this weekend. My visits home have become less frequent now and the city life seems to grow duller. My parents aren't great movie watchers. But they've grown up watching, so they know their stuff. Meanwhile, my learning films is all self-taught. Working in a news channel gave me a decent basic understanding of editing, camera and shots. (These days every second person I meet is a film collector -- so I get recommended a list of directors and films I should check out and I trade my favourites.) But mine is really a recent obsession. I look for cult films -- some of my favourite filmmakers are Kubrick, Scorcese, Allen, Lynch, Tarantino, Coen Brothers and the sorts. Mostly Hollywood, as you can gather. Quirky, a hint of noir, blood, sex and method.
Now The Bucket List seemed nice and it was rather an obvious choice, it has Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. And there are few ways they can muck a film. The plot is essentially easy. Two terminally patients in a hospital room know that they have little time. So before they kick the bucket -- they list some of the things that they always wanted to do.
Jack Nicholson plays his classic best -- an embittered man; rich and pissed off with classic liners. Morgan Freeman plays the humble good guy, his voice is golden as ever. The chemistry between the two is like two goldfish in a bowl that aren't the best of friends, but somehow have only each other.

Here's something to remember when you're older Thomas - never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
(Jack Nicholson as Edward Cole)