Free speech is a myth.
The Departed wasn't that good. I finally saw it the other day. Really, it sucked.
Mark Wahlburg's squalid rants aside, there was little new about it. Nickolson went on as if he's playing the Joker again, Leonardo forgot how to act, and Matt Damon's accent sounded like it'd been locked in the attic since Good Will Hunting. Scorsese seems to have given in to the studios and made a movie by committee, by popularism and without any of the edge and real grit of Goodfellas or Casino. He even managed (to the film's detriment) to subdue the city of Boston, usually so charmingly prominent in any film shot there.
Of course there's been a mob of angry students, faculty and staff waving pitchforks and torches outside my window since I first circulated the above opinion. I'm the first person I've met not to build a shrine in his home for the galactic cinematic triumph that is The Departed.
It's an opinion that has pervaded my social life too. I find myself more and more alienated in OWU. This morning in Financial Management, the guy who usually sits next to me got up in a huff and went to sit across the aisle. Just last night I was evicted from my own room when I scoffed at the Best Picture Osar. And over the weekend I reduced a friend to actual tears with my cinematographic insensitivity.
My new fear is that rumor of my heresy will soon reach Northwestern Mutual Fund. Why, you ask, would this matter? Well because I'm scheduled for an interview at NWMF in Columbus on Wednesday, but haven't yet received confirmation of the meeting time. I fear they've gotten wind of my slander. Voltaire's turning in his grave I tell you.
In other news, I'm hoping to pick up Horizons International again after a brief hiatus. But it's going to be a busy week with two exams and this interview. I had a solid performance with bat and ball in our weekly cricket match (that's right, I play cricket. You got somethin' ta say?) yesterday as we beat the Lahoris in both games. Indoor cricket should be institutionalized.
But alas, dear reader, I leave you in a time of peril, fraught with danger at every corner. You may hear of me next nailing 95 theses on the front gates of Warner Brothers studios. Pray for me oh loyal reader, for the days of darkness shall soon be banished!
Ciao for now
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