In Bruges

.....'In Bruges' is fantastic. Colin Farrell can, in fact, act; I'm not saying this is some huge stretch character wherein he plays an eighty-year-old overly-emo former ballerina turned pro wrestler, but in his element, he's quite enjoyable to watch. I think we, as an artistic community as a whole, overlook that sometimes, that sometimes people don't have to be versatile to be brilliant... it's in finding the nuances in their own comfort zone that they show their true talent.

Also, if Martin McDonagh wrote and directed his own damn movie, and decided Colin Farrell was just the man to play the lead, that has to count for something, right?

In other news, tonight was the first time in a while I can remember beer making me paranoid. Isn't the common conception that beer makes you invincible, and pot makes you paranoid?

Perhaps it was just that, at 10:45, after settling into an ABSOLUTELY EMPTY theatre, the appearance of a drunk man who demanded to know what had happened for the first fifteen minutes of the show might have unsettled me.

I later spotted him riding up and down the escalators heading out of the theatre.

Also, I want to go to Belgium. Tomorrow. Any takers?