On Tuesday I went to see No Country for Old Men, the new film by Joel and Ethan Coen. I haven’t written a review yet because it made pretty much no impression, amazingly — I feel like I should’ve gone with my gut and watched 3:10 to Yuma instead.

This is the second film in as many weeks where it’s by favourite filmmakers of mine and yet the lingering feeling is one of apathy at best. To be honest, I had a much better time seeing 27 Dresses. Screw it — the next film I’m going to is Dan in Real Life.

I’m going to dump Foxtel and Quickflix in the next few days, too, I think. I’d rather put that money towards something productive… like a Star Wars Galaxies subscription or something.

Oh, and I found a great bootleg recording of the Sydney Police concert, and listening to it again, I now believe “Driven to Tears” was the moment my jaw fell open and I realised that Andy Summers is a guitar god comparable to Robert Fripp. Hopefully I’ll see his exhibit in Sydney before it closes…