It’s been a metafictional weekend. Last night, Synecdoche, New York.
It will open to confused audiences and live indefinitely. -- Rgert Ebert
I understand why PeterMe wondered out loud what was taking me so long. Night before, Owning Mahoney. Night before that, the last Battlestar.
Fine films! (Some nice meals, too: last night's dinner was hanger steak, tariflette, a spinach salad with goat cheese, pecans, and pear vinaigrette.) But it’s getting to be about time for a ninety-minute romp with bright lights, fast girls, and plenty of ammunition.