One more thought on the whole authenticity thing: Because I am a journalist and have been ingrained to hate plagiarism, and because I am blessed with a pesky Midwestern set of internal ethics, I also promise that every thought, idea, rambling, muse, opinion, whatever, will come strictly from my squirrely noggin. Of course, since I am so fricking typical, I can promise only that they will originate with me, not that they will necessarily be original.
For example: I saw "Atonement" yesterday. Blah. My first thought: I would be allergic to that entire movie. Too much cigarette smoke; too many overflowing English gardens and flowering weeds; too much old, moldy-looking paneling and wallpaper in the ancient, mildewy brick manor. Claritin should have paid for some product placement.
Also, speaking of unoriginal, the whole movie was basically "Cold Mountain," circa WWII. While Sonny Boy was headed off to war, I just kept thinking, "Please don't let Keira say, 'Come back to me.' " She did. A couple times. Speaking of her: She should maybe set down the smokes and pack in a few Twinkies.
I'm sure no one else has thought of that.
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