It’s going on 9 am and I should have awoken two hours ago. I had three alarms set on two devices, and in my dissolute slumber I blew them all off. That means the body was in dire need and insisted, and you just have to accept this when it happens. And I didn’t even bang out a reaction to Derek Cianfrance‘s The Place Beyond The Pines, which I saw last night at 6 pm.

9:50 am update: For the sin of missing the early morning screenings (there were three worth catching) and because there’s nothing reallly showing at noon or thereabouts I’m either wide open or flatlining (depending on how you look at it) until the 3:30 pm public screening of Martin McDonagh ‘s Seven Psychopaths, and then comes an hour’s worth of filing until the 6:30 pm Roy Thomson Hall screening of David O. Russell‘s The Silver Linings Playbook (and I hate the RTH acoustics — way too echo-y). And that’s all — two films for Saturday. Slacker.