Fuck a Duck

We saw Black Swan. It was one of the worst movie-going experiences of my life (probably the worst, unless you count wanting to gouge my eyes out during The Holiday from Jude Law's insipidness. Watch Talented Mr Ripley). I cannot believe that at a classy and expensive theater like the Landmark, the front row of seats is 2 meters away from the screen. I cannot effing believe it.
I.
SAW.
NOTHING.
I guess from what little I could make out, it was a good movie. The little parts of the frame I could make out from behind Natalie Portman's giant distorted chin. Now I just have to see it all over again (as if I don't have a million other movies vying for my attention! ugh). I'm so sad right now. So sad. Sorry WP (and Ben).

So sad.

On an equally complainy note - WHO IS HOME RIGHT NOW? I'M COMING HOME TOMORROW TO AN ALMOST EMPTY ISLAND, NO?

(Shu - WP and I checked the SQ movie options for December - not too shabby! I'm gonna watch Eat Pray Love, some British thing called Nativity, and Animal Kingdom. And in January they have The Romantics!)