Now, far be it from me to judge a film based entirely off a trailer, though I have been known to do this, but... but... does your skin just crawl ever so slightly in those scenes with Nicole Kidman and the cute little Aboriginal child?
(As an aside: if Telstra want me to go back to them, cold calling me in the middle of the day with some ragged sounding stoned fuck of a man who says, after I tell him I'm not interested in changing, "You can't go back, mate. You're on a restricted line. You can't ever go back." Well, after that, I might just have to say that, dramatics aside, I didn't feel convinced.)
(Oh, and as an aside number two, this week's cash took such a dive that I've fallen on the old favourite for quick cash replenishment: market research. Tonight I shall be talking about home loans. Because of course I'm in a position to have one of those, what with my decision to go being motivated by the eighty dollars they'll pay me.)