I went to check out a brand new film “Wendy and Lucy” (to us anyway, it was filmed in 2007) over the weekend. I tried to like it but I couldn’t. I was hoping I did but I didn’t. In a way, that makes me feel sorta bad cuz I start to wonder if I lack appreciation for art (art-ish story telling v.s. conventional Hollywood movie style of beginning, fat middle and the happy ending with sex and violence). Was I expecting that? I think I might have been wanting it to give me some kind of up-lifting/thought provoking life message or something like that after reading the review….well, I dunno.