Saw "The Machinist" at the Ziegfeld last night, after weaving through the fortress of barricades that were set up around the Sheraton. Something about some moron named "Bush" having a fancy dinner party and smirking with other rich assholes.
As for "The Machinist," I have to say, now that I've had almost twenty-four hours to reflect upon it, it might be a little bit too much "Memento" and a little bit too little "Taxi Driver" for my particular taste buds. I will say that Brad Anderson has clearly elevated his game to a whole new level, which is quite commendable. While I really dug the look and score and feel of the film--and do, in fact, recommend it--it still got a little too "gimmicky" at the end. But this movie comes down to Christian Bale. Holy GOD, man, that fella looked downright sickening! A brave performance, though I don't know if it's gonna earn him any awards.