At times I wonder what the hell is wrong with Minnesotans.

On Friday night, we went to see the astonishingly good Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. And at the end of the movie, as soon as the house lights went up, the asshat sitting behind us announced, "Well, that sucked!" Then he gave an avuncular chuckle and added, "I don't even know what that title is supposed to mean!" He must have been asleep during the part of the movie where the poem from which the title is taken is quoted. Maybe there's just something in the water that makes the locals feel the need to offer up "snappy" comments after movies that are any more challenging than, say, Maid in Manhattan; when we saw Monster, the middle-aged asshat behind us felt the need to announce, "Well, that was an uplifter!" Or maybe it's just a geographic inferiority complex; by going to these movies, and then proclaiming how they didn't get it, these morons get to reassure themselves that they're smarter than all those smart-alecky art types who like this sort of highfaluting whatnot, dontcha know?