Do I have the character and resolve to “just say no” to this morning’s 8:30 am screening of Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides? Which a critic friend told me is “awful”? I’d like to think I have the character to shine it, but I guess I don’t. But journalists were talking about sleeping in on Saturday morning last Tuesday night. The damn thing runs 2 hours and 17 minutes. Bottom line: if I can get my hate on, it’ll probably make for a half-decent piece.
The Paul Bowles version of what I was trying to describe would be called “four o’ clock in the morning Croisette courage.”
