It Was Green All Right

Against my better judgment I saw Greenberg today with some friends. It was...not my favorite. Which is fine, I've got opinions just like everyone else. What was my favorite, though, was the outraged old biddy I got trapped behind on the way out of the theatre. "That," she harped, "was garbage!" You know, the way certain old ladies will really put the emphasis on garbage so you know they don't mean a receipt you've recycled, they mean something awful, something much, much worse, something from the back of the fridge that you put in there last Thanksgiving and forgot about, seriously, garbage. "Garbage!" she repeated. Then she went on, "I just don't know. Why would he do that!" A big Ben Stiller fan, I guess. She's got a point, I mean, why would he choose to do this slightly artsy, insider Hollywood sort of flick? He's Ben Freaking Stiller. He did Starsky & Hutch and Dodgeball and Along Came Polly for heaven's sake, he's got standards!