My crown's just fallen out. The armies of pain are gathering in the valley below, and already a scout has come galloping over the hill rattling a sabre. Monday = emergency appointment with the same dentist who inexpertly wedged the bloody thing in last week. Gah.

a practice down on the south coast similar to this.

..in Belfast on Tuesday. Thankfully my dentist bears no resemblance to Sir Larry.

I feel an extraction coming on....

...and was surprised by how the dentist scene was much shorter than I remembered: if the film was (re)made nowadays, it would doubtless be a lot longer and gorier.

PS: The scene at the end - the bloke who runs for his life before the shooting starts sure takes his time alerting the police, doesn't he?

of this movie has been spoiled to a certain degree by reading William Goldman's 'Adventures in the Screen Trade' many years ago. In it, he details some of Dustin Hoffman's antics, and how much physical anguish he caused Laurence Olivier with his method acting techniques.

...they changed it to 'Snickers Man.'