In 2000 this movie came out called "The Beach", starring Leonardo DiCaprio and directed by Danny Boyle. Roger Ebert, who's pretty much the main film critic I depend on these days, gave it two stars and called it a "seriously confused film."
Mr. DiCaprio's been on a roll lately—"Shutter Island" (2010) and "Inception" (also 2010) are two of my favorite movies of all time—and Danny Boyle has crushed his last two releases ("Slumdog Millionaire" and "127 Hours"), so I watched it.*
It was, well, OK. About what a two-star review merits, I suppose.
* (Because it was late, and Katie was away in New Orleans and I wasn't sleepy. Maybe I hoped it would lull me to sleep, so I could stop writing and thinking. Man, if I wasn't married, I would so have insomnia.)
What I love is that 10 years—a whole freaking decade—later, Mr. Boyle has an Oscar under his belt for "Slumdog Millionaire"—another one of my favorite movies of all time—and was praised by Mr. Ebert for "127 Hours" with a four (out of four) star review and this: "It's rather awesome ..."
And so it seems in one's pursuit of success, of greatness, he must