I haven't seen Watchmen. I haven't seen Monsters vs. Aliens. I'm not interested in mall security guards. I finally saw Coraline at the $2 movie theater up the street from me when I got here last weekend, and it was good, not great.1 (Though admittedly I was underwhelmed by Stardust too, and probably like Mirrormask the best of the Gaiman movies to date - not having seen Beowulf, which I refuse to see.)
But, LiveJournal, I am close to a theater that
shows mostly Sundance and Bollywood and French films, and I can't decide what to see this weekend.
Also I am seeing Leonard Cohen tonight.
This interim period between law school and bar review is so hard.
1 It was fun, sure. I enjoyed it. It wasn't scary. For my money, the scariest moment in film - not the goriest or most shocking or most "BOO!-gotcha," but the scariest - is where Anton silently extinguishes the lightbulb in the hallway outside Llewelyn's hotel room in No Country for Old Men. I gasped out loud at that. Neil Gaiman is a twisted S.O.B. but let's see him top that.