This morning…
I woke up to a strange singing sound in my living room, upon investigation I discovered this.
Batface
Allow me to be honest and bold:
Watching everyone I know turn into gushy lemmings while Time Warner reaps the spoils of an actor’s sleeping pill overdose is, well, somewhere in between depressing and amusing.
It was a good movie. The acting was good, the script was good, but flawed. The score, editing, and cinematography? It couldn’t be anymore textbook Hollywood. That’s not a horrible thing, but the end result is a film without style or character.