I finally saw David Fincher‘s masterful Zodiac (Paramount, 3.2) last night — a lengthier reaction to follow in an hour or two — but I didn’t run home and post something immediately because I wanted to let it settle in. To see if it would gain. And it has. No posts this morning either because of…how to put this?…nourishing private stuff. It goes without saying, of course, that an 18 hour-per-day hardballer indulges in n.p.s. to a certain degree of professional peril. “Feed me…feeeeeed me,” Hollywood Elsewhere whispers 24-7. Bike-riding on the beach? Maybe, possibly….as long as you post three or four items/stories first. No, five. Wait…one more.