The Great Brain

The ways my brain can distract me never cease to amaze. Tonight, it was noticing how many movie covers/posters feature a person and a rearview mirror (Silkwood, Driving Miss Daisy, etc.), went through the best movie moments (this summer Heath Ledger bumped Superman out of the top five: Jason Lee figuring out he's in a lesbian bar in Chasing Amy, Harrison Ford and Kelly McGillis dancing in the barn in Witness, Giovanni Ribisi daring Keanu Reeves to shoot him in The Gift, Chazz Palminteri (two Zs, whatever dude) dropping his coffee cup in The Usual Suspects, and The Joker in the cop car), and, because I don't think these are the best movies, just the best movie moments, on to my favorite bad movies, most of which are Roman Polanski joints. It's funny how almost all of his movies can be boiled down to "Wait... did I just sleep with the devil?"

E has a little obsession with Polanski, I think because the man just cannot fail. He could be standing in a pile of shit and the stink just wouldn't stick. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was the devil. But the devil has to be taller.