Had the pleasure this weekend of watching a film made by, starring and certainly heavily funded by estate agents. When I say a film, I really mean a film in that it was shot properly, clearly had a script of some form, was properly edited and most importantly was full of explosions, automatic gun fire and protracted fight scenes. It was based on apocalypse now and it’s central message seemed to be to say “we are cold-killing salesmen types, that dominate the battlefield in the same way that we dominate the local housing market”. Normally this kind of corporate offering appalls me, but I have to admit that in this case, the film was so well executed and the actors so into it (including shouts of ‘lets kill some gooks’ and ‘I really love the smell of napalm in the morning, me’) that the whole thing pulled off rather well. So good work Gibbs Gillespie, I will never mess with you over rent payments again and apologise for the incident a few years ago when I failed to convince one of my inebriated pals not to urinate on the luxury cars in your car park. Please don’t kill me.
