From the moment the line-up was announced it was fairly obvious what was coming next. The following ninety-odd minutes or so certainly proved to be just that; obvious (keep up). That’s not to say I disliked what I saw; at least you know what you’re getting when those names appear and you read them to yourself, or out loud (usually in the company of someone else, but it’s not important). After putting my initial cynicism to one side, I found myself actually enjoying the bits that were enjoyable, but not enjoying the bits that weren’t. Call me old fastened, but I like what I like and I don’t like what you like.
The first half was definitely stronger than the second and I’m sure everyone involved, or not, or even slightly involved but not really and integral part, would agree with that. It was never going to be easy to maintain the tempo that was set early on: for a start there was no one taking an accurate recording of the speed, so maintaining it would have been pure guesswork. It’s not so much that there was a running out of steam, more a lack of ideas – after all there’s only so many times you can go to the same well. Well, what?
All things considered, I’d probably give Step Brothers a solid 5/10. Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly played their parts adequately, sometimes better than that, and the supporting cast were as unlikeable as the plot demanded.
I didn’t watch the football. From what I saw on Match of the Day 2, it looked alright. I heard some gooder things said about our three new creative players Angela, Di, and Maria.