Fracture is a clear popcorn movie made or broken by its stars (Anthony Hopkins and Ryan Gosling, old and young representatives, with a couple of sound supporting cast familiar faces). Hopkins is his usual smart cocky killer, Gosling as the cocky, more self-effacing (at times) young prosecutor. Not rocket science -- the plot is pretty straightforward with some stupidity tossed in (a key plot point used an unnecessary bit of melodramatics that implied the lack of modern technology) -- just pretty fun. And, where else did you see blood being used as a pretty good mirror?
On the way home, caught the first annoying baseball news. For the second time in about a week, the Mets blew the Smoltz/Glavine match-up via errors. This time they ruined six runs off the Braves' ace, again losing two out of three in the process. A win, ahead 6-3 after six, would have gave you a fine 3-3 split. The Yanks were swept -- the first game an underused Mariano blew Pettite's gem, yesterday a faulty bullpen blew Pettite's hold (on his throw day, he tossed an inning). The back-to-back-to-back-to-back homers didn't help.
Meanwhile, today Justice Douglas' comments came to mind:
The streetcar audience is a captive audience. It is there as a matter of necessity, not of choice. One who is in a public vehicle may not of course complain of the noise of the crowd and the babble of tongues. One who enters any public place sacrifices some of his privacy. My protest is against the invasion of his privacy over and beyond the risks of travel.
The noise came from a private source, someone's hip hop or whatever (not enjoyable) music not held back by headphones as the subway went a bit too slowly, but the point holds. More or less. BTW, Dunkin Donuts has pretty mediocre coffee, but the peanut butter cookie is pretty good.