So the first time I saw this, I had to be tied to a chair.
The second time, drop dead drunk.
After the 25th time, even I need some McLovin.
Began with nothing and ended with nothing but to tell you the truth, I found the characters so lovely (esp. Dinklage) that I could've sat through several hours more. It is perfect in it's sublety and says more in it's silence than any blockbuster could attempt, explosions and all.
This made me long for the time of respectable journalists really getting the heart of issues that made a difference in our lives. Instead of the little Jerry Springer wannabes we have now.