enjoyed the flick, though my opinion was not shared by my companion. any motion picture featuring ron livingston uttering "see that chick? i fucked her up the ass" is alright by me. movie theatres, at least big mulitplexes, look like airports these days. huge stagings areas for mass exodi (or is that exoduses?) with guest services and escalators to the sky. talk about a stairway to heaven. our multiplex featured a small roped-off area where not-celebrities sipped white wine, eagerly awaiting a preview screening of the two towers. that's right, a WINE garden. if you ever wondered who dawson leary's gonna grow up to be, wonder no longer. that, my friend, would be spike jonze.