I was going to title this post “God help me.” But God has never once helped me get through a problematic film so why the hell would he suddenly change course and come to my assistance a few hours hence? God doesn’t care if I suffer through a downer movie. He/She/It is supremely indifferent. God to HE: “If you’re enough of a sadomasochist to submit to Maggie Gyllenhaal‘s just-opened film, that’s on you. But I’ll watch it with you, and we can talk it out after the show, if you want.”
“Hit me”, said the sadomasochist. “I won’t”, said the sadist.
