Like a moth to the flame, or Guy Pearce to a bad movie project, I just can't stay away from a movie quiz. My distraction of the moment? The Guardian's Film Turkey Test. Having seen way too many turkeys myself, I figured I was a sure shot to ace this puppy. Now I'm more embarrassed than when my mom caught me watching Henry & June (Ma! It's an art film!) I scored a mere 6 out of 10.
You should take me out to the back like Ray Walston's dog and put me out of my misery.
Obviously, I'm not trying to re-invent the movie blog wheel here. I'm just never lacking in opinions about movies, pop culture, news, and other assorted hoohah. And my mailman has put a restraining order on me, so here's my place to vent.