The Ice Harvest

Today, instead of passing out in front of a Cowboys game in a tryptophene haze, I went and saw "The Ice Harvest." I liked it a lot. It contains some depressingly realistic strip club footage and a penetrating sense of confused desperation, all wrapped up in a mundane, suburan Wichita setting. Plus, Oliver Platt in one of the funniest drunk asshole performances of all time. Capsule review: About Schmidt + Double Indemnity.

Definitely an excellent alternative to Thanksgiving bullpucky. Oh fuck, I acknowledged it again!


Still to see in the next two weeks:

The Squid and the Whale and Syriana.