He hacks. He blogs.

For me, going to the movies is like golf. I hack and I hack and watch hacks’ movies. I think, “I’m never coming back here again. I’m not enjoying this at all.” And then comes a direct hit, departing from the club face and hurtling skyward. All prior missteps are forgotten. I am content with the world where the bird chirps are barely audible above the concussive gunfire.