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the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Toronto, 2004.11.20

Saw a hard-core chick-flick today. It was the Bridget Jones sequel. I went for the girlfriend, of course, after having recently assured a friend after he went to The Notebook under similar circumstances that I could no longer be moved to attend such things.

It was about what I expected. Don't think I could write a review, really. What would be the point; "It irritated me intensely at times"? Or, "The only interesting bit was her stint in prison"?

I guess it could have been worse. It wasn't, for instance, the emotional circle-jerk that "Steel Magnolias" is.

rand()m quote

In the wake of 9/11, we [in America] have made the decision as a society that we can never again create something in which we can take pride, for fear that someone will destroy it. Moreover, we must suppress any trace of individualism, lest someone have the desire to rise above the bland sameness that protects us. I have, alas, no idea how to recapture our courage.

—Anonymous post to boingboing.net, 2009