mel gibson's new film.
i know; woop dee doo.
while the papers have featured articles about separating criticism of the artist from a critique of the art, i have been a little wary of putting money into mel 'the jews!' gibson's pocket.
something about rewarding failure just sits wrong with me, and hateful failure only more so.
but hey,
what about apocalypto? maybe it's actually really good!
oh, sure. and maybe riggs
isnt a raving nutbar with religious beliefs that go all the way up to 'crazy like a phelps'.
thank god for
nezua, for saving me the ticket money.
i owe you a beer.