 rendering me borderline immobile. So the thought of sitting in a theater for three hours, and it's a three-hour movie, by the way, three hours plus, I think, three hours to watch a film for which I had little interest while persistently sharp pain vibrated between my hips did not exactly get me in movie-going mode. I don't like reviewers, but I'm interested in this one. I actually like this guy's other work that he does. What's his name here? Paul Boyce. His posts on Breitbart.