I'm back in Tokyo after a fabulous couple of weeks in the States. Y2K, as we all know, was a complete wash. Even the Arabs were apparently too freaked out by the whole Millenium Bug thing to wage a decent jihad or anything. Wimps. There I was, all psyched up, expecting Gabriel or bodies rising from graves or The Apocalypse, some glorious confirmation of my own pathetic Hellbound fate, and... nothing. The Space Needle still stands. Bill Gates takes regular breaths. The great cities of the world, without exception, unrazed. What a rip.

So what the hell, I thought. May as well take in a movie. Catch my review of Fight Club online at Epinions or on this very site.