Max Payne

was consistently visually interesting, completely overwrought, entirely too obvious in plot, and only occasionally painful. Sarah, Scott, and I didn't regret going to see it, but none of us emerged from the theater thrilled that we'd gone. Still, if you let Marky Mark shoot up a bunch of bad guys, you'll get my money.

On a more promising movie note, we are now four weeks from the opening of Quantum of Solace, the new Bond flick. What kind of Bond geek am I? We're closing our company for three or four hours to attend the first afternoon show on opening day. I already own Casino Royale, of course, but I bought it on Blu-Ray just so we can have an open warm-up viewing party the night before Quantum of Solace.

Oh, yeah: I'm that kind of Bond geek.