Aw. I thought Castaway was all right, even though Helen Hunt creeps me out. My ideal movie to not see would star Michael Douglas and Helen Hunt in a Merchant-Ivory production of a book by E.M. Forster, or any story about English real-estate. But to be fair, Douglas makes a convincing asshole, and I'd still probably see it if Helena Bonham Carter appeared in period non-costume.

   I wish Fight Club had developed her character. The beginning with the support-group voteurism was interesting and funny, but the whole doppleganger thing left me wondering what I had found so interesting. I think they may have exaggerated the theraputic effects of violence, a wee bit. Batman got dragged down by a trumped-up identity issue also. He's Bruce Wayne AND Batman, that's the deal, get over it.

    I remember watching Castaway with my wife and saying If he gets back and she isn't married, I'm turning it off. She was, but then I made my wife sign an agreement that if I'm ever stranded on an island for four years with a volleyball, on my return, re-married or not, I get a little more than a hug.

   I can't say I didn't enjoy Dances With Wolves a bit, but there was all that silly stuff that cheapened it--Costner's character had no family or history--it was kind of like a young-adult time-travel fantasy. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as that, but it had some pretentions and weak moments--the humour especially was pretty tired stuff.