Broken Flowers.

I am psyched for two reasons: one, my good friend Jon is in the process of making the move to Toronto; and two, he and I are off this afternoon to take in Jim Jarmusch's latest, "Broken Flowers".

I love Bill Murray's foray into the independent movie scene. While not all of his films have been worthwhile watching, glancing down his filmography, I think that it would be hard to criticize a lot of his recent film choices (Charlie's Angels and Garfield aside).

So I'm taking an afternoon off what seem to be pointless job applications, and Jon and I are heading out to the movies.