so as if stanley tucci as a talk-show host with a royal blue pony tail wasn’t alarming enough, we sat through the rest of the film for the eventual confirmation that this movie was not up our alley…and the three of us were scattered all over the theater, keith in front row with huge bucket of buttered popcorn which we could not share, don on a folding chair, and me between two ladies who LOVED THE BOOK! ;D
i’d name the movie, but i am in the minority — and i do not wish to be ostracized by america anymore than i already am? but, for me to bond instantly and tencaciously with woody harrelson is totally unnatural. mr. h. got me through a lengthy two hours.