I did take a break Sunday to walk down the street and see the new Spielberg - Cruise movie Minority Report. It's a good movie, but beyond that it's no great shakes. Nice, kinda dumb idea special effects, but quite honestly, by the time I got to the point at the house on the beach when they were approaching the traditional and predictable climax, I got up and came back to work here. Understand I've done this three or four times recently, wandering off well into a film and that has more to do with me than the movie. Minority Report is well worth seeing. I don't think you'll kiss it and put it under your pillow to dream precognitive dreams where eye spiders skitter inside the walls, but you never know. You're reading this. You could have other odd habits. I will have to ask someone how it ends, though. Be embarrassing if the resolution has a punch that pushes the film into "preorder the CD" land, but somehow I doubt it. Spielberg movies have always had a hollow character, as if you could poke your finger through any part of them and find, well, air. I shouldn't write these things after I've had my evening whiskey.

Things are hectic at work, but I got in at a reasonable time this morning (an hour later than my usual insanity) after an extra hour's sleep and I plan to stay up a little later tonight and read the studio light review in the photography magazine I received today (while eye spiders scamper about the carpet). Blink.