I saw Conviction on Sunday, and the metformin hydrochloride tablets entire time all I could think about was two things: how boring the movie was, and how unlike The Hurricane it was — being that Hurricane is awesome, and this is not — considering how alike the true stories both films are based on. Conviction is the story of Kenny Waters (Sam Rockwell) and potentially wrongful imprisonment for a brutal murder. Hurricane is the story of Rubin “Hurricane” Carter and his wrongful imprisonment for several murders.

It’ s kind metformin hydrochloride 1000 mg of tough to write a review on a movie like Jackass 3D, because it’s not like it has a story that I can break down, or is chock-full of underlying metaphors and character development that I can analyze and critique. And dissecting the meaning behind why Johnny Knoxville, Bam Margera, and Steve-O have tortured themselves and their friends & family on an international platform for more than a decade is pointless, because we all know the answer: they find it fun and funny. And, honestly, can you blame them? Regardless of how insane or absurd their stunts have been, the group finds it absolutely hilarious, and, frankly, so do I.

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It’s not like these were particularly interesting characters, although Andrew McCarthy’s Kevin was endearingly love-struck and shy and Mare Winningham was mysteriously conservative and overdressed (as in 3249827 layers a day with a jumper on top), and oh my goodness what was Rob Lowe doing with that saxophone?

Remember how at theme parks you’re standing in line waiting to get on the ride, usually too long, and you end up reading all those warnings about being pregnant, having epilepsy, drinking, and all that other shit you always ignored? No one ever took them seriously, or thought a roller coaster would legitimately affect your health. Of course, it was just a disclaimer so the park could cover their asses. Nevertheless, this is all I could think about as I left the theatre after seeing Buried.

There are a handful of filmmakers whose movies are event films for me. I don’t care what it’s about, but I’ll be first in line for the newest picture from the likes of Spielberg, Scorsese, Tarantino, Nolan, Aronofsky, Cuaron, and Sam Mendes. Going into The Social Network, I didn’t care much that it was about Facebook co-founder Mark Zuckerberg and the site’s seemingly overnight transformation into a generational phenomenon. That’s all fine, dandy, and interesting, but I had no problem checking it out on blu-ray at some point near next year’s Oscars even after the months of positive buzz I’ve heard about Aaron Sorkin’s script. The biggest draw for me was David Fincher.

Two years ago we were shocked by the sudden news of Joaquin Phoenix’s retirement. Many probably thought it was one of those things where someone says they’re retiring, they disappear for a little while, and quickly return because they realize they’re bored and have nothing else to do. But with Phoenix the transformation was so strange, and so seemingly authentic, we couldn’t help but stare in denial at this incredibly talented actor who was leaving us all behind him.