"The Crazies" is a painfully mediocre zombie movie. Granted, the zombies are actually DEAD, just diseased, and eventually we learn the source of the disease, but it doesn't really matter. An effort is made to make the government into the uber-villain, but it doesn't really work; scorched earth is unfortunately the only appropriate response to a plague of this sort. "Yes, we are going to kill you and your family and all of your friends just because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. We feel really bad about it, but that doesn't change anything."
"Cop Out" is just plain horrible. Tracy Morgan is talentless and irritating, but still, how bad can Kevin Smith directing Bruce Willis be? The answer, given a script lacking the first shred of cleverness, is mind-bendingly awful. There is ONE pretty good joke, and NOTHING else worth watching.
"A Single Man" is an extremely well made and touching slice of life. It is also, on the basis of its last scene, depressing as hell. Colin Firth is wonderful, and absolutely deserved his Oscar nomination, but that doesn't make the film any more watchable.
Friday was March's poker night, and I passed a minor milestone: There was a point, late in the evening, when I actually had more chips in front of me than I had stared with. This is the first time this has happened in five outings, and MIGHT be a portent of things to come. But, by Heinlein's analysis, I am sucker, and I am ok with that. "There is no such thing as social gambling; either you are there to tear out the other guy's heart and eat it, or you are a sucker."-- R.A.H.
Oh, and for the record: I woke up on Thursday morning nauseated, with a headache, and an inability to focus my eyes. I stumbled around for a few hours, then went back to bed, and woke up feeling fine. I am chalking it up to sinus trouble, since the chance that it is something serious that is also survivable is pretty much nil.