Obama has 69 percent job approval from the same poll that, by 52 percent, says it’s all right to torture sometimes.

Here’s an angry lib posting on Daily Kos to beg for somebody to run from the Democratic left against Blanche Lincoln and bandying these fine phrases: Blanche is the “Wal-Mart-funded villainness.”  Our little state is beset by “complacent Arkansas Democrats’ fetishized center-right hegemony.” And I am an “uninvolved, savvy-worshipping pundit.”

Saw “State of Play” last night. It’s a movie that glorifies old-media newspaper work, or apparently intends to do that.

It’s the stupidest most God-awful movie I’ve seen since Benjamin Button.

It tries to make high drama out of a guy typing a big page-one scoop. The rest of the newsroom staff stands in worried awe as a cliche-ishly scruffy Russell Crowe key-punches arduously to bring down his best friend the congressman. 

I did not just ruin it for you. This film is self-ruining.

Short good actor, tall bad one

Will Russell be able to make it to the next letter? Then he sends the piece like an e-mail, apparently without any editing.

Then he walks away with that cute Rachel McAdams, who is, gasp, a blogger. But it looks like they’re gonna hook up anyway. Oh, come on. Scruffy old newspaper guy and a cute young bogging chick? No way.

One review says this is the movie that asks the question: Is Russell Crowe really that much shorter than Ben Affleck?