Before I Upchuck…
By My admiration for Ezra Klein has significantly increased, even if the punk is nine years younger than I and has a vastly more popular blog than I ever will:
Unfortunately, I didn’t need to spend $7.50 and a couple of hours watching a conversation less interesting than the one I could have had with my friends suffering beside me. Dull conversations are barely interesting when they’re your own, forget other peoples.
The subject is, of course, Before Sunset. I’ll admit that I haven’t seen it, but then I didn’t need to see Anacondas to know that I would hate it. I hated the first one enough for two movies, and that’s back when Ethan Hawke was the next big thing.