Regarding Fever Pitch:  Yes, I’ve been asked by many if I’m going to see it.  And the answer is… I’m not quite sure. 

I am a Red Sox fan.  That much is apparent.  Pisser still teases me about when the Sox won an ALCS game last season on a night when I was working late, and I went running through the office leaving a Doppler-effect trail of “sweeeeeeeeeeet...” behind me.  However, I still take issue with the movie being made in general.

Fever Pitch is based very, very loosely on Nick Hornby’s book—which was already made into a movie in 1997 starring Colin Firth (women may now commence the swooning that usually and inexplicably occurs when his name is mentioned) that followed his book a little more closely than this one does, and it also doesn’t make the lead character look like a blithering idiot like the 2005 version appears to.

My heart aches for something really, truly original to come out of Hollywood that isn’t a remake.  I think that’s why I watched The Incredibles for the third time in as many weeks over the weekend.