Let the Right One In is the Swedish vampire movie everyone has been pretending to like lately. It's mainly boring, filled with pale Swedish children running around, and drunk Swedish adults trudging through snow. The putative protagonist, a reed-thin 12 year old boy with a propensity for standing still and staring into space like he's working out a gastronomical crisis demonstrates early and often that he's a complete idiot. It's hard to sympathize with a complete idiot; I found myself siding with the nasty gang of snot-smeared bullies determined to destroy him. The peculiar vampire -- a single one despite the implications of the title -- is somewhat more interesting, but the writing evades any impulse toward exposition, and the audience never learns much about it. What I did learn is that Sweden has no police force; even after numerous grisly murders decorate the newspaper headlines, and poor bloodless corpses pile up in the local morgue, not a single pale drunken detective finds his way to a single crime scene. Ah well, maybe Sweden is too egalitarian for police. Good luck with those vampires then, you pale drunken bastards. 4 of 10.

Matt Smith is the new Doctor Who. I don't like him. I don't like him at all. Hrrrumph!

Red Dwarf finally returns!. I like it. I like it a lot!

An educational movie! Here's what I learned: See there's this guy Ernie Guevara (who everybody calls "Che" for some reason) who seems to be a doctor or something from Argentina: swarthy, hairy, a little intimidating to the suits at the UN who look at him like he's an ape let out of his cage. He sometimes marches around New York in combat fatigues and Parisian accessories, glares at everyone, lectures his subordinates on their attitude, lectures the UN General Assembly on American imperialism, and sometimes coughs when he's trudging through the Cuban jungles with a bunch of other dudes. Mostly he trudges through the Cuban jungles. They all do because there's this other guy called Fidel Castro and for some reason they all want to do whatever he tells them to do, and he seems really fond of trudging through jungles. (Fidel doesn't trudge though; he mostly sits around in dimly lit huts smoking double robustos and pointing at dots and intersections on wrinkled maps.) After about six years of trudging, Fidel orders Che and the others to invade Santa Clara. There's a big fight with some other dudes, something involving a train, a hotel, and a guy with a sledge-hammer, then there's lots of singing, dancing, happy songs. But the Revolución, says Che, has only just begun!

Thanks Steven Soderbergh! I sure can't wait for Part Two! Hopefully there will be more trudging in that one.

3of10 moving-rating-widgets.

The Horror, The Horror
This Town Needs Guns
Versus You
Unbunny
Death By Panda
Ass Ponys
Satan's Awkward Gropings
Mexican Santa
Bloody Wall of Gore
Lawnmower Deth

Testing Facebook integration. FB has improved a great deal since the last time I looked at it, though I shudder imagining the mountains of JavaScript needed. Still, better than JSF.

You Don't Have to be a Prostitute from this week's Flight of the Conchords is my new favorite song. For the next ten hours I will like it even better than their Robots song.