a couple quick hits now that I'm back from Atlanta and snug as a bug at home:
First-If there isn't a movie in the works about a frustrated man that snaps after his downstairs condo neighbors play "Beatles: Rock Band" at amazingly eair piercing volume well past midnight on a weeknight, then I say we round up a film crew ASAP. Even better, let's make it a reality show, starring my downstairs neighbors. I've got some creative ideas in mind about the damage that cheap plastic guitar can yield.
Second, I've GOT to stop watching french horror movies before going to sleep. I'm two for two in the past week when it comes to having crazy dreams involving brie and a zombified Hercule Poirot. This week's culprit was Frontieres. Full review will be up soonish.