I caught five movies yesterday, which is about the limit of human endurance. No true turds amongst the quintet, either, which is at least pleasantly surprising if not an outright statistical anomaly. There were merits to each, in other words, and some fine and moving performances.

Without delving into the specifics, four of the five movies featured beer (two quite copiously), equal to the number which featured death. Of the latter grouping, two dealt rather explicitly with murder, while the other two films featured off-screen passings of characters. Perhaps less surprisingly, only one film featured Peter O’Toole getting a titty twister. Though it did happen twice, actually, so there you go…