I wonder…if I purchase a copy of V for Vendetta, the graphic novel, tomorrow or Friday, do you think I can get it read before the weekend’s over so I can see the movie, too?*

It could be worse. I could have decided to join the movie club I belong to this Sunday and go to see Failure to Launch. I hear Alan Moore’s comic of that is all but impossible to find.

* Keep in mind: I just started a new job on Monday, I just bought a shiny new toy in the form of a laptop, and I’m still trying to get at least an hour’s worth of writing done every evening. So that kind of cuts into my time.

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* I think this would be a good match with the Concords’ song “Business Time

Anthony Lane of The New Yorker on Night Watch:

Fox Searchlight Pictures is lending plenty of muscle to this movie, targeting viewers whose pursuit of pleasure has not, until now, included Russian cinema. Some of that enthusiasm has paid off; the subtitles, for instance, are the best I have encountered. Far from palely loitering at the foot of the screen, they lurk in odd corners of the frame and, at one point, glow scarlet and then spool away, like blood in water. I trust that this will start a technical trend and that, from here on, no respectable French actress will dream of removing her clothes unless at least three lines of dialogue can be made to unwind across her midriff.