I've got my back turned on a movie right now. It's The Widow of Saint-Pierre, starring Juliette Binoche and Emil Kusturica. I guess it's good, and certainly the visuals are attractive. But, I choose to blog and answer email instead of watching. The thing is, it's dubbed, and I just can't get into dubbed movies. It's like an extra layer has been put between viewers and actors, and it makes the whole thing feel completely fake. Sure, I need glasses, I can barely read subtitles, nonetheless the over-expressive voices are driving me nuts.

Problem number two: I can see how it ends, a mile off. He's sentenced to death but there is no guillotine on Saint-Pierre et Miquelon, she falls in love with him and tells him that those who convicted him will change their minds if he's good, they don't, he gets the chop. Many tears ensue. Hey, maybe I'm wrong. But I'm not getting involved, anyways.

Now that I've ruined the movie for everyone, let's all go out and rent Goodnight and Goodluck. Best freaking movie I've seen in recent memory. For those of you wanting a cathartic cry without guillotine scenes, rent The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill.