I can't sleep. I went to bed early after a fair bit of wine (Rioja), and was woken around 1am by the sort of inconsiderate loud assholes that drink at the bar a block away.

When the bar first opened, it looked promising as a regular haunt for yours truly. It had reasonable ambience, the Guinness was poured relatively well, and the bar food was nice enough.

However, within two months of it opening, it was "discovered" by the Cherry Creek Trenderati. You know the sort, they're everywhere throughout the US and Europe.

The sort of people who invade nice pubs, and suck all the character, charm and soul out them, just by sitting there with their loud, obnoxious and frankly boring as fuck friends, none of whom have anything of value or depth to stay. A lot of them ski, and if you asked them, or even if you didn't, they'd probably say they're into "extreme sports"

Anyway, they woke me, and so I'm wide awake, and watching Ronin for the third time - a superb action film, with a great plot, good direction and camerawork, and a good performance by Robert De Niro.

But it's the car chases that rock in this movie. I like intellectual cinema as much as the next Guardian-reader, but sometimes you can't beat a well-choreographed, balls-out car chase. Add in the fact that as the whole movie is set in France, with its narrow winding streets and market stalls everywhere, and you've got some great chases, that add to what is already a good film.

There are twists, turns and betrayals galore in the story, but nothing that's going to tax anyone smarter than your average Fox viewer.