Finally saw Woody Allen's, "Match-Point!"

Boy, I'm glad I now know what the title means. It was to me a bad title, then it's explained almost immediately as the movie starts.

I saw it in Encino at 10PM and the theatre was small. So small in fact, Steve's TV is bigger than the movie screen. The rows of seats were way to close together and I was uncomfortable all the way through the movie.

Finally, I just gave in and put my feet up and over the seats. No one was in front of me and the moment I did it I could see peripherally that about ten people behind me did the same thing. I guess I'm a trend setter in the Art House Cinema World.

Was showing Aaron a DVD of Lon Chaney films and there was a scene from "The Penalty" that seemed a bit deteriorated and Aaron fussed, "Man, Somebody should restore this print!"

I said, "You think that's bad, shoulda seen the print of "Match-Point" it looked like that print had been dragged across the parking lot!"

It's still in First Run and it's a Dreamworks and BBC film, you'd think they'd get them a good print, or replace this one.

I liked the movie better after I slept on it. I guess I was having leg pain and claustrophobia sitting in that theatre.

Scarlett Johansson's body rocks and everyone in the film is hot, even the guys are as pretty as the girls and it just makes me sick that I can't be hot and rich, too!

There was a scene were Jonathan Rhys Meyers is banging Scarlett Johansson and I know he wasn't acting as a character, but was just getting a feel for himself, because really, Did he get told before hand to rub the crack of her ass and wipe his face on her sweet sweet round mounds because that's important to the character? Or was he just in it for himself?

There is a scene where there were literally gasps from the crowd when a major player gets it in the film.

It's one of those movies where few people are likeable, have nothing in common with me, I don't care about many of them and it supports my fear that pretty people can get away with murder.