Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Fountainhead

I have read the book, loved it, and now I have seen the movie, hated it. It was made in 1947, the character of Rourk, too old. The acting, terrible. The fountainhead, never showed up. This was written mere seconds after the two hour movie finished and now I hate myself for watching the whole thing.

Didn't sleep last night and now beginning to sound like Rorschach. No subjects in my sentences.

In other words, welcome to the first of a daily blog that, now means nothing to most, something to a few. Enjoy.

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