"This is sukiyaki, not a dang lollipop!" - Quentin Tarantino in SUKIYAKI WESTERN DJANGO

Hey, Megatron came back. Who saw that comin'? [raises hand] Megatron, Sideswipe, Grimlock, all in a day. We're running clean out of Transformers, gonna have to move over to G.I. Joes next. Please God make me a stone...

My man Sameer hooked me up with a ticket for The Tracey Fragments tomorrow night, so my relationship with this bėte noir is finally at a close. God knows the movie itself will be nowhere near worth this kind of trouble, but every year there's one film that I set my sights on as a must-have-no-matter, and this time, Tracey was it. A year from now, I'll barely remember why. (It had something to do with Ellen Page wrapped in a drape.)

Today I saw two documentaries back to back which, as it turned out, had most of the same creatives involved. (I met one such, Nina Davenport, at the Cumberland during the other film's Q&A.) Her doc was Operation Filmmaker, and it mostly just made me uncomfortable, as peeps into the reality of Hollywood personalities always does. Very Young Girls, on the other hand, just felt flat. Once you get past the simple opening statistic - that the average age of entry to prostitution in the United States is 13 - the film really doesn't go anywhere with it besides endless repetition.

After that I went to see another tale of very young girls in Naissances de pieuvres, which also felt fairly flat, although I must admit it had an utterly transcendent final five minutes when the lesbian 13-year-old got to kiss the love of her life, then lost her, and then baptised herself in the school pool. Yeah when you write it out that way it sounds ludicrous but the music was really good and there was just something about that shot of her kicking herself towards the surface of the water, what do you want from me.

And there is no denying that SUKIYAKI WESTERN DJANGO is a great, great film. And being as it was the must-have of the Midnight lineup, the gang was all there. I am truly blessed by great company. Matty Price and Erik and Jason and Sasha and Gabriela and a whole bunch of other people who revolve around this weird world like a starry sky. Really, one can't complain.

There's a nip in the air. Coming round the last turn now.