Awful. Just awful.

It was just a lazy Sunday afternoon. Pam and I had just dropped my fantastic daughter at ballet rehearsal, and decided a movie would be good. Maybe I just thought it would be good. Maybe the cast seemed like it could carry it. But probably, it was because my buddy said it was terrible, and I didn’t believe him.

I owe him an apology.

A History of Violence is quite possibly the biggest piece of CRAP I have ever seen. EVER. Loose ends, HIDEOUS dialog, and pointless character development (the opening scene went on FOREVER and meant NOTHING to the film) were just a sampling of the misery. David is right – find something else to do.

If it taught me anything, it’s this: it is very possible to keep running top speed without admitting you might be on the wrong path – all because your ego is WAY too big. Hmm. Sounds like someone that used to be my boss.