The Useless Critic 2.0

Introduction:   Because LizRo has not seen most movies or most things with any semblance of connection to pop culture, I have taken it upon myself to educate her to the "finer things in life."  The following will be a reoccurring series where we document our "fantastic voyage" through a metric crap-ton of movies which I seriously doubt we'll get all the way through, but it's cool. LET IT BEGIN Britt: What I expected of this film was twisted creepiness a la Cronenberg, director of  A History of Violence  and that sort of ill artform. Mostly I just wanted to see some weird sexual things go down in a love triangle (historically accurate I suppose) between Jung, Freud and the Russian Jewish crazy bitch played by Keira Knightley. Now I have reached the point in my life where I could be totally satisfied with a film if Keira Knightley was in it. I don’t care what the film is. I don’t care if it is the phonebook being acted out set to Counting Crows son...

so I was searching through my bookshelves to find some books to read, as opposed to buying more or going to the library, where they hate me. I found a few books, but then I decided, I have a long ass flight ahead of, LET'S DO THIS UP. LET'S GET THE BIGGEST BOOK I CAN FIND THAT'S NOT THE BIBLE. lo and behold, I grabbed my father's weathered copy of the World is Flat by New York Times columnist Thomas L. Friedman. He has won the Pulitzer three times. that's more than me! my father loves nonfiction, which is where we differ. well we differ in a lot more areas but I'll focus here. I like well-written, captivating nonfiction. it seems rare to find something that keeps my interest in that area, though, that's not a celebrity biography. my father (recommending me a book): Brittany, this book is about real people. me: are you implying the Animorphs aren't real? my father: Brittany, this book is about a real person who lived and breathed and died just like we al...