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So anytime a director - especially a veteran actor turned director - tackles a story that's been done to death, it's usually fun to try to figure out why. I mean, how many times must Vincent D'Onofrio have thought to himself, "Gad, if I were directing this film, I wouldn't make such an awful, stupid hash of it"? And now he's doing a "killer in the woods" movie? What gives?

"We came out here to write, not have a good time."

"So write and we'll have fun, what's the big deal?"

"You obviously don't get it."

And there it is. D'Onofrio is giving us a cautionary tale about squandering your artistic gift for the sake of a quick, even premature payoff. Not the payoff of artistic excellence, but the secondary benefit of praise and fleshy consolation. These dudes abandoned their Muse for a less demanding mistress, and now they're paying the price. Of course. A film about something like that would have to have a schlocky setup - it's only fitting and just.

Well played, D'Onofrio. I mean, I'm not saying I'll see it, but I see what you did there.

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Twister Nov. 22, 2011 @ 6:08 p.m.

Once, while defecating in the wood, a large bear appeared to chastise me for such an indiscretion. She let me live. I could hug her. I didn't. So she let me live.

I shud watch my spelling and sentinence construction, but how much fun wood that be?

Write "into" in this space one hundred times.

Unwarp this!

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Twister Nov. 22, 2011 @ 6:11 p.m.

Correction: Oops! I mispelled indisecretion. We regret the error.

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