I greatly enjoyed the performance, but I found the very end a bit flat. I was expecting more of a crescendo, but thought it just kind of... ended.

I suppose it was actually true to the nature of the evening, everyone finally calling it done to wake up the next afternoon wondering if everything they remembered saying had actually been said.

no thanks - the film was unpleasant enough.

Ahh, the timelessness of Art is a terrible trompe.

<[They] drink heavily, banter viciously, and hate themselves and everyone else. And who can blame them? The [DC Village] of big egos, tiny achievements, and the narcissism of small differences sounds like a stultifying nightmare.>

see what I did there? Can we blame Mad Men for DC's dysfunction?

History Forgotten Is Doomed To Be Repeated...