"This is from...Mathilda..."

Since approximately no one may care about this, it nevertheless blew my mind: I was finishing up watching the new "Leon: The Professional" 2-disc set (obviously, the movie on the first disc with the so-so Superbit transfer and I maintain, the best movie Luc Besson has and will ever make) when I noticed a startingly familiar name in the credits: production assistant Morgan Spurlock - a quick check of IMDb reveals that indeed, yes, it's the same chap who told us all that French fries were really, really bad for us. What a difference a decade makes.
Still to come in the generally hefty pile of DVDs stacked on the trusty right speaker: Mikey and Nicky, a 1977 Elaine May crime lark that might be more fun than the synopsis lets on; Silver City, a flick I saw in theaters and definitely liked more than those I saw it with; The Bourne Supremacy, which I saw with the lovely lady in my life; I'm Not Scared, a 'lil Italian job (har, har) from last year that made next to no noise and Husbands and Wives, 'cause who doesn't need a Woody Allen fix every few weeks. While I'd gladly watch Manhattan again...it's not due back at Netflix any time soon. Gotta get your money's worth out of 'em, ya know?
So there it is folks - a weekend spent glued to the home theater. Ah, I do suffer for my art.