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 