During last night’s A Most Violent Year after-party a friend was telling one of the producers that director J.C. Chandor is “so nice!” Right away I rolled my eyes. I understand the need to flatter and gladhand, but people have to come up with something besides “nice” when they want to show obeisance before power. I guess what my friend meant is that J.C. is extra nice as opposed to run-of-the-mill, no-big-deal nice. Except there isn’t a person in this town who doesn’t wear a pleasant, easy-vibe “nice” face in a professional or social situation. Saying that a person is nice is like saying it’s good that they have both feet or that they have ears on both sides of their head. This town could die of people with “nice” personalities. Regular nice. Effusive nice. Elbow-nudge nice. Extra double-strength gushy nice. Nicey-nice. Quietly nice. Triple somersault nice. Smooth nice. Nice with a double shot of espresso. “So” nice. Inherent nice. Silly playful nice. Perfunctory nice. Sincerely nice. I agree about Mr. Chandor. He’s a good-natured, real-deal alpha guy with a kindly core. And he’s fairly modest to boot. But whenever I hear anyone is “so nice!” it’s almost like chalk on a blackboard.