Turning off The Italian Job off with five minutes to go
I've just watched the Italian Job on one of the movie channels this evening. Can I stress now, I watched the original version, not the dreadful and quite awful American remake.
Can I say quite clearly. I love the film. I saw it when I was about eight and and was entranced and would rate it as one of my top ten films still.
However, as I watch the film, every time, enthralled and smiling throughout it, I am aware of my impending gloom at the end with the famous cliffhanger. It reminds me of when I go on holiday, I'm delighted to be there, but know it will soon end and I'll be disappointed. So I have an answer.
For the last three times I have seen the film, I simply turn over or turn off with five minutes to go. So as far as I am concerned, Michael Caine does get away with the three million pounds of gold and Noel Coward (Mr Bridger) can celebrate in style. Now if only I could get the referee to ignore the last few minutes of football matches where my team concedes a late goal, my world would be complete.