1408 (R)

I've decided my husband loves me slightly less than I thought he did. He apparently doesn't love me enough to let me grip his arms and neck tightly while this scary movie scared the holy bejeezus out of me. Have I mentioned I'm a jumper? And when I jump I generally grab hold of something-anything close, especially if it's G's arm, neck, or, heaven forbid, his leg anywhere near his genital region.

My former boyfriend John Cusack (who's now, sadly, sorta puffy and woman-like in a not-so-appealing, Dustin Hoffman-esque way) is Mike Enslin, a cynical writer-reviewer of supposedly haunted houses and hotels. A mysterious postcard brings him to room 1408 (=13, by the way) of the Dolphin Hotel in NYC. His cynicism is put to the test and his baggage is opened and examined during his stay in the room.

4.5 bruised arms out of 5