In retrospect I probably should have gone to the new Will Smith movie, but the previews really didn’t make it seem all that exciting. So I gathered up my courage and went to a horror movie, which, as so often seems to happen these days, turned out to be not nearly as scary as I expected. I mean, it was scary while I was watching it, but it isn’t the sort of scary that makes me think there’s something evil under the bed for the next three or four nights.
The Lazarus Effect
