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Finally, after having it sit in its little Netflix envelope on top of the TV for the last two weeks, the Hub and I got around to watching Sideways. My official review runs thusly: eh.

I mean, it's not bad, but I just found it hard to care all that much about any of the characters. Yes, yes, Paul Giamatti is great. Still. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's just not the kind of flick I'd enjoy because I am not a mid-life sensitive writer male who doesn't know how to talk to women or deal with feelings. You know, like most movie reviewers, especially the ones who went ga-ga over this movie.

This is just a hunch, however, and is the same theory I supply when asked why I don't love Almodovar. Which is an infrequent question, granted, but one that I wish I'd be asked more than once per decade.

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