The Village.

It Takes Evangelicals, Reruns, and Pot to Make a Village: a non-horror horror film abstracted into a straight-faced parable about fearful conservatism and, gulp, the essential goodness of religious lies.

I'm a sucker. I did spend $10.25 yesterday because I HAD TO know what the twist (or lack thereof) was and people that had seen the movie would not tell me. Maybe this time around we are holding on to it in the hopes that the larger the number of people conned into seeing it the less we will fell bad for ourselves.

That said, the movie is not intollerable. Just silly in a way that makes you cringe for the actor having to say stuff like "What's your meaning?" Cinematography is great. Joaquim Phoenix and Adrian Brody, hot. Plus it has Willian Hurt AND Sigorney Weaver AND Cherry Jones AND Brendan Gleeson. (Aside: what has happened to bill and sig's career?) It's a great way to escape the heat and humidity of these summer days.

Suffice it to say, without spoiling anything for anyone, that it's a film a White House full of evangelicals could've written, given a little prodding, a little pot, and a day-long Zone marathon.