Boxing Helena, with Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn. And directed by the daughter of David Lynch - ah ha! I was right. Kind of. Anyway, this is kind of a rip-off of The Collector, by John Fowles, in terms of general plot, but given an 1980s veneer replete with wealth and egotism. That, and unfortunately the characters were nowhere near as fleshed out (kind-of pun not intended), and nothing like Fowles' famous switching of perspective was even hinted at. There was a lot of unsubtle imagery and metaphoric stuff going on, so it would be easy to write an essay about for a class or something, I suppose, what with statues missing limbs and obvious archetypal characters (mmm, 80s macho man, oh yeah). As much as this is the closest I've come to actually picking out a good movie for a movie night (its badness was luckily mitigated by our running commentary and Ms. Kim being an awesome girlfriend what with the apple pie), just go read The Collector. Hell I might go read it again.

Secondary commentary: we thought it was funny that a good portion of this movie was Skinemax all the way, so if you're looking for some very, very cheap thrills and willing to accept the absurdity and bad acting for some interesting visuals, then maybe rent this movie.

-one of the more practical yoga articles I've read lately, interesting to think of when running into an emotional issue

-if you know me and you saw this, you'd know I'd immediately want to try it