By now, you’ve heard the howls from Shakespearean purists over Luhrmann’s attempt to make the most famous love story palatable for the Tarantino generation.
I was line-dancing to techno, starting a one-man mosh pit, doing the Bulgarian Hustle… I was out of control. Guys in Morrissey shirts beat the crap out of me.
Try organizing the notes on un-numbered bar napkins you later used as a coaster, or typing reviews from a notebook you threw up on. Journalism is hard work.