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That was actually the name of a movie review column I wrote for my high school newspaper: Whit's Flicks.

I wrote the column until my review for Willow was released, and the humorless student editor made an accusation to the equally humorless teacher advisor that I'd plagiarized a review that had appeared in Newsweek.

"Maybe they plagiarized me, did you ever think of that?" I'd asked the teacher advisor, when she approached me with the complaint (although to be fair to Newsweek, the only similarities between our respective reviews was the fairly obvious observation that the movie had ripped off elements of various fairytales).

Since my review had been handed in before the issue of Newsweek that contained their review had come out, I was pretty much completely and totally vindicated. Nevertheless, I resigned in protest when the editor and advisor refused to run formal apologies in the paper (although the advisor did make the editor apologize to me in person).

I used to be quite a spitfire, back before law school wrung all of the spunkiness out of me.

Anyway. Last night, George and I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It was fabulous. I don't normally enjoy movies that are weird just to be weird (for example, Adaptation and Memento), but Eternal Sunshine was weird in a fascinating way. Jim Carrey gave the best performance I've ever seen of him, and Kate Winslet was as wonderful as always. I highly, highly recommend it.

Posted 30 October 2004 at 03:15 PM