For my moviegoing public -- Young Adam and Spotless Mind

I went to Hollywood Video last night with but two goals....Young Adam (recommended by bohemiancharm because of all the Ewan hotness) and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (recommended by everyone else on the planet I know). I went to Hollywood rather than Blockbuster for a couple of reasons: 1) you get the movies for 5 days instead of 2, and given how Blockbuster is shamelessly copying NetFlix with its new online rental program I don't understand why they don't adopt Hollywood's policies as well, cuz who can enjoy a movie with a big clock ticking over their head? and 2) every time I go there the place is a ghost town, and it should be a surprise to no one I am a big fan of seeing as few other people in my day-to-day life as possible.

Alas, that second part was not to be. The one thing Hollywood does not have over Blockbuster is a clearly delineated checkout line (being a ghost town most of the time). There is a large rack of snacks directly in front of the register with no indication of where is the right place to stand. This was only an issue last night as I stood to the left of the rack, waiting behind the woman being helped and a family of outsized breeders (the stack of five children's movies was the giveaway), already bellied up to the counter. After about five minutes I looked to the right of the snacks and realized there was a guy who most certainly was not there before blithely creating his own line. I edged forward nervously, and that's when he noticed me and edged forward himself a lot more aggressively. The lone cashier looked up at us halfway through the breeders' transaction and I briefly hoped she knew I was there first and she would do something to motion me forward as the rightful next person in line. Alas again, her customer service skills weren't nearly that finely honed, and I was relegated to the end of the line. Which didn't stop me from shooting white-hot spears of hate through the back of his head with my eyes. Okay, Mr. Man. If you need to be rude to others to get just a little bit ahead in life, be my guest. You are the one who has to live with yourself. HateHateHateHateHateConsumingHotHateOfAThousandSuns on you. I tried to console myself with the fact that I was holding a steamy Ewan sex rompYoung Adam, which would be enough to brighten anyone's day.

(Of course, Tery rightfully asserts that nothing compares with her Blockbuster story of trying to rent The Butterfly Effect for me the Friday after its release, waiting in the enormous line patiently for her chance to inquire at the desk since the shelves were empty, only to have an especially loutish customer march through the front door and, ignoring the 10 civilized people in line, immediately holler at the counter people, who gave her the sole copy in the return pile behind the desk. I don't want to live in a world where annoying, overbearing people always win, but sadly, I do. I think Tery was given a raincheck for a free copy later, so there was at least a happy ending, sort of.)

So, onto the reviews:

( Spotless Mind )

( Young Adam )

Love,
Lainey

Some presidential thoughts

Unfortunately I missed the debate, as always my job at RGIS has an uncanny way of ruining lives, but Tery says she heard the consensus was that Kerry won. I really wish I'd seen that.

But on the way to work I had an unpleasant thought. Say Kerry DOES win (pleasegodpleasegod). What then? He will probably have to raise taxes to try to put a dent in the massive (no, not massive....Biblical proportioned-size) deficit Dubya created. Then he will be criticized by everyone, and it will be conveniently forgotten who created all the debt in the first place. Which is why myfriendDeb and I agree that anyone who WANTS to be president simply can't be trusted, cuz it's a thankless job of being scrutinized and blamed for every little thing. But if I never have to see Bush's big, stupid, moony, blank face again in this life, oh I could die really happy.

Maybe this will cheer people up who don't think there is any hope: A Letter From Michael Moore (nabbed from piotr36, found on flist of ms_hecubus)

I really really hope Mike knows what he is talking about.