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That Gore fella is now complaining about something besides global warming. Yawn. Yeah.

Whatever.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah: Lindsay is off the wagon.

Forget Shrek.

I'd like take a moment to say hello to all of my dedicated readers: MulletMan and Woodbury.

Oh, and my daughter.

I love it when people log on to this blog and then call or email to tell me: "Hey, you don't have any readers. I didn't see any people commenting." I've had at least three or four of my friends tell me that.

But, see, they're wrong. I do have readers: those four or five friends. MulletMan and Woodbury.

Oh, and my daughter.

That's, um...let me get out my calculator...uh, that's seven or eight.

So, see: I do have readers.

Oh, and I almost forgot PinkFloydMama!

That's nine.

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It's summer blockbuster season, and as a movie buff, I can tell you without hesitation that, for me, it's the worst time of the year for movies.

Shrek the Third. Spiderman 3. Pirates of the Caribbean 3.

Yuck. Same old, same old incoherent CGI-stuffed nonsense. Of course, 20 years ago, I'd be in the front row for all of those flicks.

I'm becoming a grumpy old man, I suppose.

There are, however, some extremely promising films coming later in the year. And number one on the list is the Coen Brothers' adaptation of No Country for Old Men, the chilling novel by Cormac McCarthy -- one of my favorite authors.

The film recently premiered at the Cannes Film Festival, and here's the Variety review.