Dear OGIC:
I waded through a sea of very peculiar-looking people this evening (though I quite liked the brunette cat on 70th and Broadway, not to mention my black-clad companion for the evening, who claims to have been disguised as J-Lo) en route to
The Human Stain.
I’m full of strong opinions, but seeing as how you’ve read the book but not yet seen the film, I’m not sure how much I should disclose, given the fact that I’m now in the inverse condition. I’ll disgorge my thoughts at your command.