I saw
Syriana
last night. Pretty people, big money. Big downer.
Kind of irritating, that it was so neatly set up: no loose ends, you know? There deserved to be at least a random Christian Science Monitor reporter sniffing after the details. Also, the plot kind of relied on the dumbest security teams in the galaxy (two instances).
My buddy Scott mentioned the best yet review for The Lady in the Water: “Watching the movie feels a bit like walking in on your roommate while he's masturbating … to a picture of himself.”
Heh. I had no real intention of seeing the movie before, but that review pretty much sealed it for me. Interesting that there's apparently
no twist ending.
Which these days
is practically a twist ending itself.
I gave up on M Night when he stopped killing Bruce Willis. I do love that review. I should go rottentomatoes it for more entertainment.
I gave up on him when he started casting actors that trigger my "ick, something disgusting just crawled out from under a rock" response: Mel Gibson, Joachin Phoenix, Michael Pitt, and now Paul Giamatti.
Hey, don't pick on Giamatti. He's a great actor who's done some fantastic work in thankless roles.
I find that my response to
the Lady in the Water
is less painfully eyerolly and more hilarious if I just remember to refer to it by the much better title
Watery Tart.
Also, narf?
Also, narf?
Makes me wonder if he had an unrequited crush on somebody named "Fran" at some point, but that's probably just the result of knowing about too many Dracula movies where there's a mysterious character by the name of "Alucard" lurking about.