The Oscars are next weekend, and my disgust with one of the major nominees has put a damper on my usual mild excitement and healthy skepticism; right now I'm just on the verge of rage at the manner in which "The Reader" wasted two hours of my increasingly valuable time. (Note: My review of that film contains what some would consider spoilers, and I would agree if the film hadn't explicitly telegraphed literally everything it was going to do within the first 20 minutes.) Maybe I'll comfort myself by watching "Ghostbusters" for the 21st time.
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