no accounting for taste

Today, I felt very conflicted. On one hand, I lost a little bit of my faith in humanity, upon seeing Donnie Darko in a DVD clearance bin at Circuit City. It was lamentable to see this masterpiece of screenwriting and acting cast into the putrescent mire with Serendipity, She's All That, and Passenger 57.

But on the other hand, I was very happy because Donnie Darko was in the clearance bin. It was very cheap and Frank told me to buy it.


Calendar Girls? That's it, dude. You're not picking anymore.