My friend Sandy and I are on a bit of a pre-Oscar marathon this week. Since both of us hadn’t been to the theaters in almost three months we’d missed most of the more notable nominated flicks, so we’re trying to make up by seeing one every night this week. (Not that I particularly care about the Oscars, but I’m making up three months of missed movies nonetheless.)

Saw In the Bedroom last night. As much as I could appreciate the great character acting by the leading actors, I couldn’t bring myself to actually like the movie, which I found at times very tedious.

Enjoyed Black Hawk Down more. That movie possibly sets the record for the most number of gunshots heard in a movie… kinda like the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan—explosions all around and bullets flying everywhere—drawn out over two hours… except it seems in this case the baddies had (fortunately) much poorer shooting skills.

Anyway what I found really disturbing was nothing about the film itself, but that the couple sitting in front of me had seen fit to bring along their child of roughly four years of age. Is there a shortage of babysitters? People are such idiots.