I saw this and laughed.
I had a head cold all weekend long, but this was an enjoyable two hours. It’s a black comedy where every character is either a liar, a fuckup, or both. The whole movie seems like a big setup for the last scene in the CIA director’s office, which was – by far – the funniest bit in the whole movie.
In other news, the teachers strike is over and the kids are back in school. Hooray!
I am home hoping my head will drain and reading Theo Pauline Nextor’s divorce memoir, How to Sleep Alone in a King-Size Bed. I took a class with Theo at the UW. Her current memoir started out as a Modern Love essay.
Perhaps that’s a good omen.
Present Tense 
I’m always looking for a good memoir. You didn’t say this was good or not, but if you could handle it with a head cold . . . I’ll take a chance on it.
I am reserving final judgment (that sounds so Catholic!) until I finish, but so far so good. Theo is a great writer.
Meanwhile wholehearted recommendation for Abigail Thomas’s Three Dog Life, which I just finished and really enjoyed. I also liked the little craft book she did on writing memoir, Thinking About Memoir, which is pretty much a memoir itself.