A Prayer for Owen Wilson - The better half and I made it about 30 minutes into Behind Enemy Lines before we had to switch to Big Eden. I know, quite a cinematic range, right? And does anyone know what happened to Owen's nose? I like to think his brother did it.

I have simply too high a threshhold for suspension of disbelief when it comes to politico-military thrillers. I expect Black Hawk Down and I get a bad Tom Clancy knock-off. Speaking of which, I wonder if I'm going to be able to stand The Sum of All Fears. It was the last Clancy novel I could stomach all the way through. How does a man who knows so much about the military-industrial technocracy seem to have so much difficulty fathoming world and national affairs? Or is he just pandering to his audience? Either way, adding Ben Affleck to the mix isn't going to make the movie more believable, that's for sure.

Big Eden was a bit hokey, but certainly a feel-good romantic comedy. My biggest problem was I found myself rooting for the shy gay Native American Pike, hoping he'd catch his man, but sort of disliking his quarry, Henry, the narcissistic New Yorker "creative type" who has returned to his Montanan roots. Even the object of Henry's affection, a "straight" single father of two Dean, seems sympathetic in his tortured desire to relive his youthful indiscretions with Henry despite the grown-up obligations of fatherhood. Everyone in town, not to mention everyone watching the movie, ends up wanting to kick Henry's ass for not recognizing the sweet attentions of the soft-spoken Pike. I think my favorite was Nan Martin as the widow Thayer. Who knew that small mountain towns in Montana had elderly fag hags? Well, they probably don't, outside of Hollywood, do they?