Head-On

So, here I am. Let's not hang about.

Tonight I embraced my campaign to Enjoy My Own Company and took myself off to the cinema to see 'Head-On'.

I'd seen mixed reviews and wasn't sure what to expect, but I enjoyed it immensely.

Granted, it's based on a very odd premise - relentlessly suicidal Turkish girl proposes to Turkish-German boy in the reception room of a mental health clinic in an attempt to escape her family the morning after TG boy has driven his car at high speed into a wall - and the graphic depictions of attempted suicide made my veins hurt and had me squirming in my seat, but the relationship that evolves between these two in their arranged marriage is confronting and captivating and underwritten with remarkable tenderness despite the horrible griminess of their world. I loved it, and so, I think, did the other four people in the Schonell with me.

There's a lovely moment when the psychiatrist, talking to TG boy about making a fresh start, says, "So, end it. End your life. You don't have to die to do that."

I had enough of FM radio on the way out of the university carpark and, daggy as this is I'm admitting it, ended up sailing home along Coronation Drive in a joyous rush with 'Ode to Joy' full blast on my car radio.

A promising start to a chapter of outings for one : )