Zodiac (2007, dir. David Fincher)

It seems appropriate that for so long I’ve put off posting about this movie, the story of a murder case that dragged on for decades and remains unsolved, and that I watched the director’s cut which is 6 minutes longer than the original theatrical version (157 minutes total, I started it at like 5 a.m., natch).  One scene in particular, in which Mark Ruffalo’s character eats a burger, gave me desperate cravings (the like of which I haven’t felt since Gary Busey ordered two meatball sandwiches, TWO, in Point Break).  So a few days later I broke my generally vegetarian policy at Mr. Bartley’s with none-other-than Information Movies co-procrastinator Mr. WalkieTalkies.

“I shoulda had you get me three of these things.”