Just saw an interesting movie: Bug, directed by William Friedkin (The Exorcist). No, it's not a remake of the William Castle cockroaches-on-the-loose film from the '70s; this Bug is a dark, offbeat film based on a stage play, about two people in a motel room spiraling into insanity. Unfortunately, it's being promoted as though it is a campy teen screamfest--though there's nary a bug in sight. That pisses me off, because instead of being able to see this movie with an appreciative art-house audience, I had to watch it in a mall cinema full of bored, rowdy yahoos. Boy did they hate this movie...although they did begin to warm up to it once the main character began pulling his own teeth out with a pair of pliers.

Despite the restless crowd, I liked Bug quite a bit, and thought it compared favorably with such other fine chronicles of madness as The Rapture, Dead Ringers, and Leaving Las Vegas.

Moving on, I just wrote a short article about my formative Star Wars experience for Forcesofgood.com--if you're interested, check it out.