Ugh, I've recently read a book I hated and watched a movie I hated.
Evening, by Susan Minot, is the worst book I've read since The Bridges of Madison County, which is the worst book I've read in my entire life. And not in a so-bad-it's-good kind of way (I'm looking at you, Twilight), just plain old bad. The plot is about an old woman dying of cancer who starts reminiscing about a weekend in which she had a fling with a tall, dark stranger she met at a wedding decades before. She makes him out to be this romantic figure, "OMG after we went swimming he passed me a towel without even wiping off his face first, what a gentleman" when in fact he was just some smarmy dude who was cheating on his pregnant fiance.
The Will Be Blood....more like There Will Be A Really Long And Boring Movie With A Fucked-Up Ending. Yes, Daniel Day Lewis is a great actor, but his character is a nasty oil tycoon who only cares about beating the competition, and doesn't even seem to have any fun or enjoy his money doing so. And it's 2 hours and 38 minutes long, spitting in the face of my No Movie Should Be Over Two Hours Long Unless Francis Ford Coppola Is Involved policy. And the soundtrack was very odd and jarring- it sounded like the opening of a Lost episode and didn't go with the desert scenery at all.
So do yourself a favor and skip both of the above.
In happier entertainment news, I have started watching The Wire and am completely hooked.