Saturday, 06/17/06

So, Elizabethtown. Kirstin Dunst's southern accent sometimes comes and goes over a single sentence, and Orlando Bloom is no Ewan McGregor, and Bruce McGill was cruelly underused, and that whole final sequence was not indicative of long-term future happiness (as Ebert put it, "All that redeems this exercise in compulsion is the fact that she is right"), but Cameron Crowe on an off day is still worth seeing. I serendipitously learned that Adidas makes a shoe that is highly similar to the outsized orthopedic failure that drives the movie. We agreed that someone must tell the people. 06:03PM «

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