The Good Shepherd (R)

The Good Shepherd was the second movie rental during our trip to Seattle (gotta love the kid who happily goes to bed at 7:30 ... until you're out of town and realize you'll be trapped in the hotel room from about 7 pm on and you'll go out of your mind by night three unless you'd prefer a visit from the grumpy bub the morning after a late night ... unless you're in San Diego and have a suite with the world's most perfect window blocking curtains EVER and the bub sleeps happily until 8:30 nearly every morning making your vacation really even more perfect than you ever could have hoped for and giving him the opportunity to sit in a hotel bar and sip a Shirley Temple at 8 pm while we waited for our table) and it sucked. Now, technically I fall asleep during 80% of the movies I view at home (and 20% of those I view in a theater), but this one put me to sleep with its boring boringness.

2 "thank the lord almighty's that we didn't see this on Christmas Day" out of 5. My Matt Damon crush of 1997-8 is officially over.