confessions of an amateur cineaste

Why did I go? Because it was free. Because I didn’t have anything else to do. Because I was going to have to see it eventually because Billy Boyd was in it and I am a fangirl.

But oh, On a Clear Day was mediocre. Not bad, not good — just cliched. The not-terribly-discriminating audience seemed to love it though, so more power to them. And Billy was fine and all; it just wasn’t a challenging or interesting role.

So, whatever. There are worse ways to spend an evening.