Lover's Walk

Folks, I must admit that I'm rather bewildered. I spent all that time crafting the last post and the response has been a collective "Meh." What's going on? What was wrong with it? Good lord, I had the lowest daily hit count I've ever had on Sunday. Why? For chrissake, it even featured a rap about Lester B. Pearson! Or was that the issue? Is Lester B. Pearson a verboten rap subject? While I'm writing this, are good ol' "Mike" Pearson and his legion of fellow undead Nobel Prize winners planning on capturing me and torturing me in ways that I cannot comprehend with my feeble human mind? No, Pavlov! Put down that bell! I can salivate no more! AAARGH!

Let's turn the page on that sad little outburst, shall we?

It was a fairly crummy weekend I had, brightened solely by the fact I finally found the movie I've been dying to see. While searching through the previously viewed DVD racks at a local video store, I discovered a copy of The Shape of Things. For seven bucks, even! How could I pass that up? After sitting down and watching it this afternoon, I must admit I was quite impressed. But since it's by one of the Top 5 all-time awesomely awesome directors, how could it be anything but great? I've derived two lessons from the movie so far:

1) Never date an arts student.
2) If your boy/girlfriend suggests that you would be more attractive if you only did -blank-, run. Run far, far away.

Ah, Neil LaBute. Where would my movie-going experience be without you? There's just nothing like your brutal relationship dramas. And although it's misanthropy can't compare to your other venomous chamber pieces - Your Friends and Neighbours and In the Company of Men - it's still got its moments of unbridled cruelty. What else... oh yeah, the recommendation. Take it from me, this is a good movie. Well worth your one to seven hard-earned bucks.

Just one word of advice: do NOT see this with your boy/girlfriend.