Saturday, September 4, 2010

The American

I went to see this with my father today. When it was over, Dad said, "It felt like an old-time movie." By which, I think, he meant the 70s. It's uncompromising. It demands a lot from the viewer. I loved it. So did Dad. Over a salad at Wendy's--(his new place)--we discussed.

"It was almost as good as Clooney's other movie," he said. "The one with the one-word title."

"Michael Clayton?" I said.

"Yeah, that's the one."

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