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Emmeline, Val, Libby and I all went to Val's house last night to watch Young Adam. It was about a amoral, unlikeable, selfish, sleazy, young man called Joe. The film followed the his sexual encounters with married, or otherwise emotionally unsuitable, women. It was really montage of disturbing, depressing or painful scenes. And a good number of those were sex scenes. Gritty sex. The sort that make you realise why most movies have stylised sex.

Joe was the sole shithead in a sea of innocent and vulnerable supporting characters. For some reason, the film's women were utterly unable to resist his anti-charms. As Val said, after watching him lead a nice girl he'd just met away from the beach for quick shag (and a couple of years of emotionally violent cohabitation), "Life so isn't that easy." I hope she was right. I began to wonder if somehow the film's creators were living out their own amoral aspirations vicariously. It seemed to take such a joy in his actions.

We couldn't work out how the biblical references tied into the story. Maybe they just realised there really wasn't a story, and had to quickly pop in some random allusions to Eden so we would assume the true point had passed us by.