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Saw a movie last night called There Will Be Blood.
Boring, pretentious, pointless, and no blood to speak of; highly recommended for lovers of that particular genre. For others, it can boast of the significant virtue of finite length, and I can admit to feeling a touch of elation when the end credits were shown. Analogous to striking one's head against an unyielding surface, but still preferable for not causing swelling or permanent physical injury.
Fortunately managed to take my mind off the experience with a dreadful meal in an unattractive restaurant. With harsh lighting.
See, the universe can be merciful.

Addendum: The movie theatre, sited in a prime downtown location, apparently opened one week ago. Occupying three or four stories and lavishly finished in concrete, painted in varying shades of grey, it is a feast for the senses. The underground parking garage decor is enhanced by sensitively detailed signage upon which a designer must have lavished well over half an hour of careful effort. Popcorn, priced at $6.50 for the smallest size, provided some reassurance that profit has not been completely neglected as a priority and raises hope that this joyous entity may prosper and enrich many lives in the years to come.