A few hours ago, I turned down an invitation to see Cheaper by the Dozen with a couple of attractive and extremely available girls from work, in favor of seeing In America by myself. Why I turned them down, I'm not sure. (I was probably still smarting from last week's Tad Hamilton debacle.) But before my movie started, wandering in the rain, I began to seriously question my sanity. Is it normal to prefer seeing a good movie alone to seeing a bad movie with a couple of girls? Am I a crazy recluse now?

It only took two minutes of In America to make one thing achingly obvious: I am the sane one here. And you should all see In America.