Not Exactly a Lightweight . . .

So, i watched Syriana with some people tonight. I don't think i understood it, really. In fact, i know i didn't. And, to paraphrase Roger Ebert, to the extent that i do understand, i don't care. The plot was really convoluted, and not for any reason that i could see. i don't see any reason why the narrative couldn't have been told in a much more coherent way. I do, however, see an advantage: the fucking movie would have made sense. As it stands, the movie was almost a complete waste of time. I never cared about the characters or any of the plot developments, and the climax left me feeling unsatisfied. I'm not exactly sure what the message was, and a lot of the things in the movie seemed completely pointless, like the black attorney's father. Or whoever that drunk guy was.

Afterwards, we went for a beer, and then we watched The Big Lebowski, an altogether amazing film. One of the most quotable films ever, right up there with Office Space. Definitely a must-watch.

Now, it's off to bed.

Good night, and good luck