The handful of true revelations I've caught thus far at the Louis Malle retrospective (Zazie, Lacombe Lucien, and most recently the truly fantastic Black Moon, an experience tarnished only by the whispering of uber-twit Todd Solondz two rows in front of me) are calling me back to give a few of this weekend's selections a shot. Reviewers suggest that The Wedding Crashers is funny and that Charlie is flawed, but I don't feel a need to rush out to either. And I swear I will see Batman....someday.