Strike 2

Not one but two movies today, and neither were particularly inspiring.


Steven Soderbergh's vehicle for Matt Damon, The Informant!, was a strange fish -- Damon's character an extraordinary study in self-delusion and fantasy. A few giggles, but it never amounted to much.


And I know this period was aesthetically odd, but was it really that beige/brown?

Low-budget British movie 44 Inch Chest starred a stellar cast of thesps led by Ray Winstone and including John Hurt, Tom Wilkinson and Ian McShane (the latter in a strange echo of one of his earliest roles opposite Richard Burton, who played a psychotic homosexual East End gangster -- McShane was his unwilling lover).


This one is all talk, talk, talk... it's the curse of many British films that they're written in the great literary tradition of the theatre.


Guys, here's a tip: cinema and theatre are just not the same thing. Not at all.