The theater was packed. It was Tuesday. Seeing movies on Tuesday is sometimes a pain. Let's just say it kind of happened accidentally. Sean Penn and that extremely handsome guy are amazing to watch. So's the woman from "Mulholland Drive". She does the best "my life's ruined!" scene in town. She's my new favourite. If I had to rank female actresses, like, I mean, If I was forced to, which is a sadomasochistic fantasy of mine, I'd put her up top. Then Meryl Streep, Laura Linney, Elizabeth Shue-- I'm getting off topic. Naomi Watts. Is serious. I feel as though I have never spelled Naomi before, tho I have. It looks weird to me.

I wanted to have this review be entirely about the theater, the smarties and popcorn and how they tasted together, the company, the crowd reaction, you know, literally, what I heard as I was walking out, that schtick again, and I wanted to write it real fast. I was also hoping to, er, trasition, (don't have time for better word) into a, or fuckit: Convey an Opinion. (See what happens when I write? How needlessly nevermind) One thing I can say: I cared most when I didn't understand. For a long time, it's not clear what in hell's happening. You're going backward and forward in people's lives and you don't get the connections and it's great. Then, as it comes clear, it coasts toward an open-ended, er, traditional, er must stop thinking... One thing I heard: "I feel like I should say I really liked it," spoken sincerely. It's a powerhouse in the thick of it, and really, it's ok to be bored with a movie that's almost all great. Only it hurts more. It should have ended 5 minutes sooner.