I saw this this morning. It's pretty neat. That Benjamin Button movie is popular.

What shocks me the most is how little it changes, no matter what part of the country you look at.

Me too! That's amazing.

But now I'm absolutely fascinated with this; I've been glued to it for the last hour, checking things out.

To see some really interesting things, move the "most rented" slider all the way to the left to Benjamin Button. All the maps will look almost completely red - saturated with Benjamin Button - but seek the brighter yellow spots, and you'll find the nonconformists. White spots will show you groups that don't even have BB in the top 50. Whoah.

oh, hah! I love this review of "Righteous Kill," because De Niro and Pacino each drive me up the fricking wall; the two together is just a nightmarish idea.

Oh, if only Robert Aldrich were alive! The pulpmeister of the horror lollapalooza “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?” certainly knew how to build a grand showcase for his corrugated divas (Bette Davis and Joan Crawford), while the hapless Jon Avnet hasn’t a clue what to do with his (Al Pacino and Robert De Niro). In “Righteous Kill” these two godheads of 1970s cinema go macho-a-macho with each other — furrowing brows, bellowing lines, looking alternately grimly serious and somewhat bemused — in a B-movie (more like C-minus) duet that probably sounded like a grand idea when their handlers whispered it in their ears.

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Mr. Avnet, whose last movie was the clunker “88 Minutes” (one of Mr. Pacino’s worst), is not a natural director, to put it kindly. His handiwork is most evident in the unsteady tone, though to be fair it’s always hard to know who deserves most of the blame for this kind of star-struck, suit-crammed (eight producers, three executive producers, one co-producer) mush. Suffice it to say that everything from the camera placement to the cheap use of the consistently good, lamentably underemployed Carla Gugino is shoddy. (Note to Mr. Avnet: Yes, Ms. Gugino has breasts, but, really, her acting is more interesting.)

Like most actors, Mr. Pacino and Mr. De Niro need a strong hand, some kind of visionary authority to put them in their best light and prevent them from leaning on the tics and tricks — Mr. Pacino tends to turn up the volume, while Mr. De Niro glowers until he looks ready to pop — that now too often mar their performances.

The film seems to be least popular in Seattle. How sensible of Seattlites.

I found I was judging different areas by how high Twilight appeared on their lists.