The Men who Stare at Goatees

I went to see The Men Who Stare at Goats on Sunday and walked away from the cinema a bit disappointed.

The basis of the story is gold – the CIA’s attempts in the mid-80s to create super-psychic-spies who could stop a goat’s heart just by staring at it (no shit – this stuff actually happened).  And it’s all based on a book by Jon Ronson, who also wrote the awesome: Them: Adventures with Extremists. However, the people behind the film managed to bolt together a ramshackle plot that makes less than no frikkin sense, and consequently the whole thing is a big fat goat mess. Like the kind of stuff that passes for food at the Notting Hill Carnival.

And until four minutes ago I wanted to make a film called The Men who stare at Goaty Beards, but it’s already been (very badly) done by Jimmy Fallon:

This week really isn’t going according to plan.