Because the end is just too hard to take.-- Gordon Lightfoot
Not everything has to have Shakespearean elevation, and though a body may understand Ewan McGregor's appeal, The Island, which glimmers in its opening with such potential, pissed me off so badly I'm taking a break. Everything in Hollywood devolves into a fucking LA freeway disaster, and I want absolutely nothing more to do with Michael Bay's fear of taking chances with real moral implications. Spielberg and Lucas, whatever else may be said, at least know how to aspire, though I am eased that I found my dates. I idiotically adopted little kimmy in 12, her age an estimated nine months. She kept little Vincento alive three -- no, four-- years. She objects to my emotional distance and insists I love her, but my heart is already a dwarf star on the event horizon. What the problem is with Johansson in a dramaturgical context eludes me, at the present time.
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