I was right with this one...

... until the end of the trailer.

OK, I admit it, I like Diane Lane. Especially in the recent years of her career, she's done smart, effective work. I like that she seems like a real person who's comfortable with who she is, what age she is, and the roles she plays. Lane is right up there with Joan Allen in my list of female actors for whom I bring a default interest in the work they do. (And yes, a lot of it has to do with liking to see them doing the work they're doing.)

So when I saw the trailer for Untraceable listed on Apple's site, I thought, "Hey - a computer-based thriller starring Diane Lane! Let's see!".

Sadly, what it seems to be is yet another stoopid, super-clever-slasher flick, right down to the "I'm right here in your car, Barbara" moment. Really, the plot appears to be a re-hash of a series of Homicide episodes, with dollops of "internet speek" spread on top. The trailer's not really long enough to be able to tell if the tech in the movie approaches anything close to reality, and you know, I have very little desire to wade through all the clever-slasher torture pr0n in order to find out.

Sad.

I was right with this one...

... until the end of the trailer.

OK, I admit it, I like Diane Lane. Especially in the recent years of her career, she's done smart, effective work. I like that she seems like a real person who's comfortable with who she is, what age she is, and the roles she plays. Lane is right up there with Joan Allen in my list of female actors for whom I bring a default interest in the work they do. (And yes, a lot of it has to do with liking to see them doing the work they're doing.)

So when I saw the trailer for Untraceable listed on Apple's site, I thought, "Hey - a computer-based thriller starring Diane Lane! Let's see!".

Sadly, what it seems to be is yet another stoopid, super-clever-slasher flick, right down to the "I'm right here in your car, Barbara" moment. Really, the plot appears to be a re-hash of a series of Homicide episodes, with dollops of "internet speek" spread on top. The trailer's not really long enough to be able to tell if the tech in the movie approaches anything close to reality, and you know, I have very little desire to wade through all the clever-slasher torture pr0n in order to find out.

Sad.

From a Toronto fan, to New York fans: you have my sincere apologies

The Boston Celtics have arrived. Clearly, signing Garnett and Ray Allen as compadres for Paul Pierce has, to date, been an enormous success. Despite the Raptors' undeniably deep bench, the hometown Raps have staggered out of the gate, whereas the Celts (and the Magic) have clearly taken the Eastern conference by the throat.

Last night the Celts put a Wilbonian beat-down onto the sorry New York Knickerbockers. Beat. Down.

Toronto: if you think your Leafs are in turmoil, your Jays are in turmoil, or your Raptors are not perhaps playing up to expectation, then the New York Knicks are here to show you how bad it could be.

Please to remember: the current front office in New York is mostly made up of a guy who once made an ill-fated bid to purchase the Toronto Raptors.

As the days pass, and I watch the Raptors' maddeningly inconsistent play keep them at .500 while a Celtics team with three all-stars and a crowd of also-rans tear up the conference, I can at least thank heavens that things would be far, far worse if Thomas' mad chicken-scratchings on the back of a cocktail napkin had actually led him to successfully purchase our hometown team. Instead, he was practically dusted on the butt by the door on his way out of town.

To Mars Blackmon and all his pals, I must say, "We're so sorry; we know (a bit) how you must feel right now."

There but for the grace of God, etc, etc, etc.

From a Toronto fan, to New York fans: you have my sincere apologies

The Boston Celtics have arrived. Clearly, signing Garnett and Ray Allen as compadres for Paul Pierce has, to date, been an enormous success. Despite the Raptors' undeniably deep bench, the hometown Raps have staggered out of the gate, whereas the Celts (and the Magic) have clearly taken the Eastern conference by the throat.

Last night the Celts put a Wilbonian beat-down onto the sorry New York Knickerbockers. Beat. Down.

Toronto: if you think your Leafs are in turmoil, your Jays are in turmoil, or your Raptors are not perhaps playing up to expectation, then the New York Knicks are here to show you how bad it could be.

Please to remember: the current front office in New York is mostly made up of a guy who once made an ill-fated bid to purchase the Toronto Raptors.

As the days pass, and I watch the Raptors' maddeningly inconsistent play keep them at .500 while a Celtics team with three all-stars and a crowd of also-rans tear up the conference, I can at least thank heavens that things would be far, far worse if Thomas' mad chicken-scratchings on the back of a cocktail napkin had actually led him to successfully purchase our hometown team. Instead, he was practically dusted on the butt by the door on his way out of town.

To Mars Blackmon and all his pals, I must say, "We're so sorry; we know (a bit) how you must feel right now."

There but for the grace of God, etc, etc, etc.

Apparently, he knew it all along.

Apparently, Peter McKay knew all along that Karlheinz Schreiber was not to be trusted. Oh the wisdom. Oh the foresight. Oh the desperate attempt to distance oneself from one's political heritage.

Apparently, he knew it all along.

Apparently, Peter McKay knew all along that Karlheinz Schreiber was not to be trusted. Oh the wisdom. Oh the foresight. Oh the desperate attempt to distance oneself from one's political heritage.