Black Dahlia sucked. I can't even bother to review it because the movie itself was such a waste of time. And if I don't review something I actually like on BSL soon, I'm just going to go crazy. Scarlett Johansson was doing the worst job I've ever seen her do; it was like a Saturday Night Live performance, to be exact. Hilary Swank sucked. Josh Hartnett did...ok? Aaron Eckhart was excellent but it was nowhere near enough to make the whole thing worth my while. It plodded along and I gave it miles of room, I waited patiently, and along it went. It wasn't genuinely horrible until the last thirty minutes. It's vaguely convoluted, but I like to think an additional viewing (had it not SUCKED) would have maybe helped that along. The last leg, though, it just did me in. An utter waste of time.
And I had to break down five cunting prints, one of which was eight reels rather than the usual six. Seriously man. It made a difference. Started POS around midnight, crawled into bed around 4am only to be back up here before nine. So I ain't linking to shit today.
Actually, that's it. That's my profound blog of the day. I will watch something nostalgic and fun this weekend and then hopefully write it up Monday.