Count me as among those who found Her, the new movie by , very very borrrrring.  By an hour in I was looking for the exits, only restrained by the knees in the isle and my mother-taught politeness.  Not only was I bored with saturation solipsism and relationship maunderings I couldn’t help thinking blackly about what Operating Systems have really been like in our lives since say 1982.


What a great movie remains to be made with a Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplain constantly frustrated by the crashing, balking, slow running operating systems, the face of which changes at each new model, familiar tasks can’t be found, the old applications won’t run, or only partially run making promised efficiencies stagger through kludged code and inept design sense.

 is lovely, even if only in her voice.  The love-by-proxy scenes almost lifted into something worth pondering and  did a pretty good job of showing slow-tick bewilderment — in all his full screen face shots, many many of them.  Did I mention, many? I suppose the weird beltless pants on the men and the shots of a mostly deserted Los Angeles with brightly washed designer buildings was supposed to make us think future-sometime but I kept wanting the two voices to DO SOMETHING!  If there is anything worse than hearing yourself try to sort through relationship problems it’s listening to others, digging deep into the cliches of modern pop understanding, unmoored from any real-world happenings. My god, there are soup lines in Los Angeles and friends with domestic abuse swirling. Get a life!

In the inimitable words of Click and Clack on NPR’s Car Talk — another good evening squandered!  Two hours of moving picture Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy that had me thinking I was watching a gussied up graphic novel or storyboard presentation. But I am not, as usual, a card carrying member of the majority.

94% liked it at Rotten Tomatoes and 8.5 at IMDB

As I’ve heard,   There’s no accounting for taste said the old lady as she kissed the pig….