You know what I hate? Films… or, more specifically, scenes in films which use crossword puzzle entreaties to showcase one character’s intelligence, worldliness, etcetera. Hate ’em, hate ’em, hate ’em. They’re frequently meant to be cute, these scenes, but without fail I find them irritating, chiefly because they’re usually prime examples of lazy screenwriting. And what triggered this recollection of my carefully packed away rage, you might ask? Last Chance Harvey, don’tcha know…