Eargh, what pap. I’m still pissed I wasted two and a half hours on this–and we didn’t even watch the “extended version.” Jamie Foxx’s wobbling, whispering performance is somewhat interesting, but that’s the best thing I can say about this massive piece of schlock, with it’s cartoonishly exaggerated emotions, the stock flashbacks, the cliche heroin plot, the canned scenes of betrayal and heaven-sent inspiration. People thought this sticky, icky mindnumbing fest of stereotypes was best-of-the-year? Yuck.
Welcome to my site — I'm glad you're here. I’m a writer, editor, translator, traveler, web designer, photographer, critic, storytelling consultant, and social entrepreneur. I’ve published two novels and a book of film criticism, launched Germany's first online literary journal, founded the writers' community Fictionaut, and started West Africa's first vegetarian food service. I graduated from the University of Southern Mississippi with a Ph.D. in English. I've lived in New York City, New Orleans, Mississippi, Wiesbaden, Germany, and the Dominican Republic, and currently divide my time between Dakar and Berlin.