Delayed comment on Minority Report.
The thing, of the very many things, that bugged me the most was the benevolent-fatherly-boss-figure turns out to be the baddie. I'm so. completely. done. with that plot point. You can see it coming as far away as LA Confidential. Maybe even farther.
Is there some Greek tragedy that we can thank for that tired dodge?
eta: to be
Beej, you're hemorrhaging bold.
Huh? Wha? I? Where? Wha?
P-C, I checked my tag but it was closed.
Is this a 'made-ya-look moment?
Oh gosh. Sorry. I scampered away and was not paying attention.
Handsome stompies save me from boldface.
I have an admission to make. And it's one I don't make often, so you might want to bookmark it.
I was wrong.
In CVS after work, I walked past the magazine rack, saw a hottie on the cover of Entertainment, and stopped dead in my tracks, because -- GUH.
The hottie? You may know him as the newest Batman.
That's right. Christian Bale.
But here's the thing: whenever I think of him, I think of him circa American Psycho, in which I think he looks like a pointy-faced weasel. It's just a certain type of look that totally turns me off.
But as the Bat (or at least the cover of Entertainment), he gives me lusty wrong thoughts. It could be the dark hair. If I could find a link to the cover, I'd post it.
Another one joins the cult! Ah ha ha ha ha!