“Adaptation” and “Punch Drunk Love” have reaffirmed my belief that I dislike movies about fucked up people getting defeated by life and winning small, trivial Pyrrhic victories in the end.
On the other hand it was the first time in years I’ve not wanted to vomit upon seeing Nick Cage’s face.
Chelsea seemed unimpressed with “The Last Starfighter.”
The DVD player was broken at work so we listened to the Fox all night. After 6 hours I was brainwashed into bobbing my head to the Chili Peppers.