Came and went in limited release back in March. Had to trek to some grungy theater in downtown Manhattan to see it, but was well worth it. The great Sam Rockwell, being typically great; Kate Beckinsale, looking splendid as ever and showing that she's much deeper than the leather-wearing blood-spiller in Underworld; and should-be-my-girl Olivia Thirlby, playing the everyday suburban chick like only she can. A dark downer, well-directed and written by David Gordon Green, who followed this up with Pineapple Express, a stoner comedy of all things (nice diversity, sir).
Just a fine motion picture. Seek it out.
***Kate Beckinsale is fierce, isn't she? What a looker. And even though the movie itself was a fucking debacle of soul-shattering magnitude, Becks (that's what I'd call her if we shared an apartment somewhere and did nothing but make whoopie) and her lame-yet-oddly-sexy Transylvanian accent and skin-pressing wardrobe burnt my loins enough to endure the shitshow that was Van Helsing.
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