Why do some people love sausages and other people hate sausages? No fucking reason.

I went and saw The Artist today because I had made the conscious decision to look at bigscreen.com to see where it was playing. Thanks to its Best Picture Oscar win, the theater in town was playing it and I was quick to decide that today would be a good day to go. I can safely say that it was a gorgeous movie and I was swept away by the storyline (for the most part...there were times when the damn chatty Kathys several seats down from me thought it would be great to shout out all the plot twists before they happened. Yes, gals, they were certainly predictable, but a silent film does not give YOU the right to add your own damn lines.)

But what I really want to talk about is the other film I saw this weekend.

( No reason. )