Might I suggest cognitive behavioral therapy?
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On to the movie "Red Eye." You should know that my "reviews" are not in depth, detailed or well worded. If this is what you're looking for, Gene Siskel is your man. Or RCS.
Rachel McAdams is simply the hottest thing on film.
In this movie, she plays a hotel reservations clerk who is being blackmailed into helping an unidentified group kill a US government official. I won't go into details, I could easily spoil it for you.
The movie starts a little slow, but it doesn't take long to pick up and pull you in. The plot was decent, there were no surprises and it was relatively predictable. I came away from the movie feeling it was worth the money... and full of Raisinettes.
Three out of five stars.
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Pssst! Gene is dead Dave and therefore at least 6ft deep if he wasn't cremated... Thanks for the compliment, I think... ;-) Looks interesting.
RCS
The movie sounds interesting. I agree with you about baseball players. They do have a lot of idiosyncrasies. I guess I have OCD (even the people here at work tell me I do, oh well)when I was on the swim team, I used to have to stretch the same way at approximately the same amount of time before getting on the starting block. Ok, I am OCD, but I like having some organization and control.
About baseball. All that OCD crap is yet another reason I gave up watching. OK, I'll admit that when I played baseball I always wore the same undershirt and I did not wash it for the season (when they said I stank as a pitcher, they meant that I stank as a pitcher). Strange rituals and superstitions are a storied part of the game. But pro players doth partake too much -- touch elbow, adjust glove, shift helmet, scratch neck, spit, tug at crotch before every damn swing. PLAY THE FUCKING GAME ALREADY!
Yeah, I have noticed that the fans shamed Garcia out of regripping the club 70 times before taking a golf shot. Maybe they ought to get on Garciaparra and the like.
I don't want to upset you, but I just read on the bathroom wall at the middle school where I teach that "Rachel is a big fat SLUT!"
Just in case, I thought you should be warned.
Is Garciaparra Garcia's son? You know, like the whole John Adams, John Quincy Adams thing? Just wondering.
I once sat through a homegame of a Yankees farm team counting testicle tugs. That's all I did throughout that game, count tugs. 27. I couldn't tell you who won but I made a point to hoot and holler along with the crowd. Great game.
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