So Guy Ciccone (he’s v modern, he is) is doing another filmic device.
A gangster one. Oh we said that already.
Did we say this?
Anyways, Madame Ritchie will write, produce and direct RockNRolla *?!* this very summer, so say people who know these things. Like ITV.
*the whole world is so excited that a new Bank Holiday is proposed*
Ooh, let’s play that game where we imagine the conversation that Guy had with, ooh let’s say Madonna. Why? Who can say.
Guy: Mum, I’m bored.
Madonna: Ooh, why don’t you, you know, like – what is it you do again? Oh yeah, that. So why don’t you do one of them again!
Guy: Ooh, good idea. I’m good at doing that, I am.
Guy: And ooh, you know what the world really needs, don’t you Maradona?
Madonna: It’s Madonna.
Guy: Er, yeah. So right, you know what everyone really wants, don’t you?
Madonna: A small black child?
Guy: No, silly. Another gangster flick.
Madonna: Genius. But you’re getting no fucking money of me. And now I must do some stretching, so shoo.