While in Wilmington, the wife and I brought a couple of our Blockbuster disks. The first was Lohan's I Know Who Killed Me. Ugh. All the ultra-short scenes were bad enough; when it started in on the graphic torture porn, we'd had enough. A brief scan of Wikipedia confirmed that my wife's early prediction of the killer's identity was in fact correct.

Second was The Heartbreak Kid. Now, I have a love/hate relationship with Ben Stiller. I loved Zoolander and Tropic Thunder, really liked Mystery Men and his work in Anchorman and Dodgeball. And then there's his romantic comedies. The ones where he so often plays the same wishy-washy douche who gets dumped upon again and again and can't bring himself to say anything -- until the end of the films when all the repressed rage causes him to explode. I hate that character. Hate hate hate. Ben Stiller in The Heartbreak Kid is not quite that same character, but pretty damn close. So while the movie has its share of laughs, it's yet another movie of various bad things happening to Ben Stiller's character.