I've had an intestinal flu for the last few days, so I've been lying abed watching movies. You can't imagine my delight when I discovered that Solitary Man was playing on cable. Now I could record it and watch it free of charge and, being sick, free of guilt. Which I did. Last night.
Here's what I know for sure: You can't spend the first eighty-five minutes of your movie showing the audience what a dick you are, then sit on a bench in the final scene neatly telling them why. Writers of fiction are constantly being admonished to show, not tell. Aren't writers of screenplays bound by this, and more so?
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