I can't stop dancing around the room to that song that goes I ne-ver will be good e-nough for her. Just returned from snooty Lexus Club-organized The Terminal premiere. I felt and am an economic unit - The Manchurian Candidate trailer interrupted by two Lexus commercials and luxury-good labelling.
STARS OF THE CENTURY are Diego Luna, with mustache and red jumper and all, but you can't hide those beautiful eyes. Patrick Fugit Patrick Fugit Patrick Fugit and Saved.
The Terminal was okay. Some parts awful ("You have an appointment?"), some parts funny ("You no like fish." Slam.) and some parts, Spielberg all over, but you gotta love Tom Hanks. Like Nasty Big Officer of Important American Airport (demonized with relish) trying another tactic to make Victor "someone else's problem" by having him admit a legitimate fear of returning to his country. The guy just won't say it. "My home," he insists. "Not afraid of home." Lovely in contrast with drop-dead serious descriptions of violation of human rights and bombs that make a country living hell, man.
Although I still don't get the joke about Chinese tourists in Mickey Mouse sweatshirts.

As part of Think, part two, I'm happy for you, too. Always.