Shhhh. I've ordered more dollies.

I'm in the midst of a jam-packed week that looks to last until at least next Tuesday morning, which is a sensation not unlike being the ugliest girl at the dance for the last six months and then suddenly becoming the prom queen. I'll tell you all about it sometime, but for now, I just wanted to pop in a nice footnote on my Dark Hours post yesterday. The flick's being destroyed in papers all over town, except apparently for The Globe (search for the review on Google if you want to read the whole thing), which must have received some sort of editorial mandate to "support Canadian film no matter what," given the wide variance between its review and pretty much everything else. Aside from the usual z-grade Globe writing talent, the review is notable in its unwillingness to do anything but summarize the plot and then describe what other movies Dark Hours is like. Surely, it's capable of being a few things on its own? Or do you actually have to have seen A History of Violence to understand why this is anything other than a piece of shit? Honestly, the papers would be doing the Canadian film industry a bigger favour if they just stopped giving press to projects this bad altogether. Wanna be in the papers? Make a movie on par with anything else being released this weekend. If Dark Hours came out of the States, it wouldn't even be listed today.

Rushing around like a hatter for the rest of the day and most of the weekend, but I've got good, moody November weather for it at least. And I keep dreaming about the taste of blood...