ugh, this new Will Smith movie. At this point the slightest glimpse of that man's face in a trailer is enough to drive me away, and I haven't any idea what this one is actually about.

Valkyrie also looks terrible, and the trailer steals that bombastic bit of score music from the Saw movies.

Yesterday afternoon, around 2.30 or so, Kyle and I went to see Changeling. For the first half or so I kept contemplating Clint Eastwood's incapacity to illuminate scenes properly. This does serve some scenes well, the dessicated horror of coming home to find one's son is missing - something difficult, I guess, to evoke - reminiscent of that scene in The Lime Twig: "Something was coming toward the window and it made her lonely....The missing of Michael came over her, the loneliness, the small grief, and she was drifting quickly down the day and time itself was wandering."

But other poorly-lit scenes put me in mind of Seven, something I've always thought of a piece of hackwork (which may yet deserve revaluation since I haven't seen it in years), a movie the doings of whose characters unfold in a city apparently lacking in proper interior lighting. Is it so much to ask?

Usually Angelina Jolie strikes me as smug, but here I couldn't stop looking at her fine features, her skinny body, would that everyone were so well-formed! I dislike seeing executions on-screen.

We left in the evening, at sunset, and it was chilly - a time of night carried forward from the somber bleak entertainment we'd just witnessed.

Later I got to hold a guinea pig! Now I'm sitting here drinking coffee and listening to Neurosis.