whatmoonsongs

There's something about Chris O'Donnell that's so boy-next-door-ish and uninteresting, or so I'd always thought until last night when I watched a film called 29 Palms. I went to Hollywood Video with the intention of renting Birthday Girl - no work of cinematic ingenuity, but Nicole Kidman is fascinating. I couldn't find it, but didn't care enough to ask where it might be located. Instead, I wandered, aimlessly, nearly settling on a series of movies I might actually have enjoyed before I finally choosing 29 Palms because I liked the title. Oh. It was a dumb thing to do, I'll admit. And it's not the first time I've done something like that. When making decisions, I have a habit of taking my time, carefully considering every available option, becoming irritated with the tedium and ending the process with abandonment of all reason, choosing arbitrarily and impulsively. Anyhow, I highly don't recommend this movie, but for the fact that Chris O'Donnell was extraordinarily hot in it. I give this film two stars - one for being named after a town that's adjacent to Joshua Tree National Park (the most holy place on Earth) and a second for Chris O'Donnell's hotness.