Sick sick sick

I know that I am REALLY sick when:

1. I don't go for a run during my days off.
2. I eat foods that I don't (shouldn't) normally eat because they're on my food sensitivity list. Yesterday - garlic bread with cheese, poutine with lots of vinegar and ketchup.  Today - cherry cheesecake with Kind granola clusters.
3. I watch Justin Bieber's Never Say Never Movie and cry and love it because he's Canadian, he really worked hard and I want to see him do well.

Yeah.

Movie Review: Gone Girl

I so wanted to LOVE the movie Gone Girl.

What could go wrong? David Fincher is my favorite movie director, Trent Reznor  usually rocks out a damn good movie score, and the book itself is a good one.

In fact, it was me hearing that Fincher was  doing Gone Girl that made me pick up the book to begin with.

But the movie was so disappointing that I don't even want to get too much into it!

It was so devoid of the usual trademark Fincher + Reznor darkness moody pressure tension feeling that I have come to be fanatical about. What did I get?

A piece that is more suitable for fucking made for a B network TV movie.


And that's not even my cold/flu talking.

I don't want to break up with Fincher.  I have not given up yet.

I do want Gone Girl to get gone fast.