A complete failure of a day for viewing. Drove to the wrong theater for a screening of No Strings Attached and missed it (lucky me, it’s screening again on Saturday). Should have gone home and chipped into the screener pile; instead, went to a friend’s party at a bar and had a conversation with an actor about Mysterious Skin. Got home and turned on the TV; watched half of a bit on the Jimmy Fallon show that had something to do with Snooki. I had drank exactly enough wine to hit the overlap of safe driving and expedited passing out, so I didn’t have to watch anything on my computer in bed.
Oh, here’s something: In the car, I caught a bit of Fresh Air with David O. Russell. When Terry asked him why he didn’t make a movie for 7 years, he didn’t say word one about Nailed. He blamed his divorce.