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[iceinyourmusic]

The momma wanted to see "the Tom Hanks movie", so Terminal it was. Have I ever seen a duller, flatter, more saccharine-sweet & pointless film? well. is possible. but I wouldn't bet money on it. or other goods. I like my goods. Dreadful paint-by-numbers writing, unfunny jokes, patronizing stereotypes, and my general Hanks-hate aside - I swear the dubious high-lights of Zeta Jones' phoned-in performance were the odd moments when she seemed to be channeling Meg Ryan to absolute perfection. (Why, Catherine? Baby, why?) There were bits that made me tear up, but then, yesterday looking at bed linen shelves at the department store made me tear up. And it just wouldn't end.

I'm so scared, so lazy and useless, and so overflowing with self-pity, all the time, that I keep expecting to start cracking at the seams at any moment. But, of course, I never do. People who dedicate their lives to being shitty people deserve to die miserable & alone.