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A doe killed by a passing car is not nature. Absolutely. You probably didn't like the Sopranos ending either. As in ... guinea. And you find those ... where? Almost never see better than herky-jerky 720p. Hollywood is also a cult. One that overpays makers of crap movies and looks the other way while fat executives jack off into potted plants and molest children. Should we just boycott the whole damn town? I'm down. I can't do what you did. You saw it in IMAX while that was still possible. Now I never will. The movie came and went under my nose before I even noticed. I'd gladly pay $22 to see it in IMAX just for the flying scenes. True ... but then Blow is probably the best movie ever made on the subject. It got a theatrical release because Universal rezlized -- to their credit -- it was too good for TV Movie of the Week. Absolutely infuriating that a well-liked, genuine theatrical release like this (from the hands of the great Joseph Sargent, no less) is not available from any legitimate source -- let alone Blu-Ray orveven VOD. Why do we all put up with this insanity? The film can be seen for free at pirate sites, but we can't pay to watch it. And it's hardly the only one. I'vevgot a long list. The whole industry deserves a big middle finger for this sorry situation that leaves everyone unhappy -- even the studios. Please. Apparently you are unaware of marketing and distribution costs, which -- for a wide release of over 1600 theaters -- often come to many times the film's original budget. Exist forever it will -- somewhere. The Netflix-type revenue streams to which you allude pay pittances compared with the home video, broadcast TV and cable rights of yore. There's also no "international market" for two-hour-plus cerebral American political films starring women. This film will never turn a profit. Not in a year, not in a hundred years. Never. I did enjoy the movie, but you are absolutely right. Though I fall somewhere in between the two poles on this issue, I really don't appreciate being lectured by Hollywood screenwriters. A primary reason I don't bother with much big-studio output anymore is that I like intelligent, adult fare -- and The Town doesn't really cater to that. Most of what they produce is aimed at teenagers and children, and I'm neither. As with men, women don't pay prostitutes for the sex. They pay them to go away after. It's actually an even worse title than you say. The poster reads like SLOANE -- only later did I realize there was a tiny "Miss" to the left at a right angle. Here's something to think about: In the Post-Netflix era, all content is equal. There are no channels or studios. I can't often tell if a title is a movie or TV. On your Roku or Apple TV, all you get are rows of boxes, none very big, each with a title and usually a single image. A box with SLOANE and a picture of a redhead ... that appeals to whom, exactly? Not me -- and I'm *exactly* the kind of person this picture was made for. The title and poster give me nothing that says this is a "serious" end-of-year movie made for intelligent adults. Do movie studios know we're actually seventeen years into the 21st century? 1. "Blind Alleys" (by far) 2. "Reflection of Death" 3. "Poetic Justice" 4. "All Through the House" 5. "Wish You Were Here" Truthfully, I liked them all. Can't say that for the other Amicus 5-packs. Only good things were 1) the original ad campaign, and 2) the premise of five normal-looking homicidal kids escaping from a mental instution. Back in 1974, that was a kinda original. Kinda. Horrible House on the Hill, actually. That was the title on first release in LA in 1974, complete with a huge ad in the Times screeching, "CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN SUSAN STEPS INTO THE TUB!!" Wrong. The wives are murdered, as we clearly see in the next to last scene. Script author William Goldman confirms this in "Adventures in The Screen Trade." The problem with your suggestion to go ahead and stay in the hotel is, to quote the late Gene Siskel, "Then the whole movie goes away." "Dear, it's ONLY two days." I felt sorry for the cat.