Shhh. Come close. Closer. There. Let me whisper in your ear. And I’ll tell you a secret.
… my great uncle died. Don’t worry, I didn’t know him at all. I mean, someone knew him and I feel bad about it, but I only met him once or twice up by his lake cabin in MN. I call him my great uncle because that’s what I remember him as. I honestly don’t…
I should be all over this movie. I should be quivering with anticipation. I should be drooling and chomping at the bit. So, why do I feel like it’s nothing more than someone in Hollywood picking up Conspiracy Theory for Dummies?