This entry has nothing to do with the new piece I posted below. It’s a mini-review of Man of Fire, starring Denzel Washington and a director with a major case of attention-defecit disorder. My God, it was so jumpy in camera and cuts, switched playback speeds so frequently (super-fast, normal, super-fast, super-fast, slow-motiom, super-normal, hyper motion), and took the washed out color scheme too far that it actually hurt my eyes. Half-way through the movie, I realised I did not care what happened to any of the characters, the ultimate sign of failure in a story. My mind was tired, my eyes were tired, and after having been crapped on earlier that day (read the last post) I decided to accept the financial loss and sleep in the theatre). Got to hang with my buds though, so I’ll take that as a positive.