You could definitely tell that the film was once a play--the transitions were often not clean, and it jumped around a lot. But man, it was an enjoyable thing to watch.

For those interested:The Brick screenplay and the Brick novella

Cool, thanks!

I just saw the best movie last night. It's called The History Boys, based on a play by Alan Bennett. It's funny as hell, surprisingly meaningful, with delicious tension throughout. I can't reccomend it enough.

I saw this in London and loved it. I can't imagine making it into a movie, but the text is wonderful. I always wondered how it did on Broadway since it has lots of French, which I would imagine works a bit better in England than the States.

I just saw previews on BBCA for a movie that apparently stars Maggie Smith as a geriatric serial killer. This should be fun...

Saw The Departed tonight. Very entertaining, although I don't think it sticks to your ribs. I thought that Costello's woman was also a snitch, and I liked the idea that so many people in the movie were dealing with the same double-life drama.

Question-- we couldn't figure out Dignan in the end-- was it the case that Costigan told Vera Farmiga in the envelope to go to Dignan, and Dignan was a rat who killed Sullivan to avoid being exposed?

Fuck! I've seen Infernal Affairs already! I can totally see The Departed. I am a ditz.

I saw this in London and loved it. I can't imagine making it into a movie, but the text is wonderful. I always wondered how it did on Broadway since it has lots of French, which I would imagine works a bit better in England than the States.

They actually kept the french in there, with no subtitles. I found that terribly endearing. Luckily I was sitting between two people who spoke french and they filled me in on what the hell was going on with the pants. Oh my god it was so funny. And I loved Rudge's random bits of Latin. Honestly, the whole thing was just a giddy pleasure to watch. It made me remember what I loved about the classroom.

to continue, I mean, how can you not love these:

The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours. (Hector)

I'm a Jew. I'm small. I'm homosexual. And I live in Sheffield. I'm fucked. (Posner)

Timms: You've got crap handwriting, sir. I read Irwin as "I ruin". Significant or what?

Irwin: It's your eyesight that's bad and we know what that's caused by.

Timms: Sir! Is that a coded reference to the mythical dangers of self-abuse?

Irwin: Possibly. It might even be a joke.

Timms: A joke, sir. Oh. Are jokes going to be a feature, sir? We need to know as it affects our mindset.

[about A. E. Housman]

Timms: Wasn't he a nancy, sir?

Hector: foul, festering, grubby-minded little trollop. Do not use that word. He hits him on the head with an exercise book.

Timms: You use it, sir.

Hector: I do, sir, I know, but I am far gone in age and decrepitude.

and those aren't even the best ones! and they're so much better when they're performed!

bon bon, we had the same question and, given the relative complexity of everyone's double life . We settled on the simpler explanation of Dignan's actions, i.e. revenge killing . Pretty much out of sheer self-defense and fear that our heads might explode from the figuring out of things.

It was a doozie, that plot line. One of my companions complained of exhaustion afterwards.

Our other big question was, who's baby it was Matt's or Leo's. We settled on Leo. More for the sympathy vote than any real evidence.