i watched eastern promises last night and, while i do enjoy watching viggo mortensen act (he has both the most impassive face at rest and the most minutely mobile when in expression), i am tired of fighting and blood. this story was disappointingly predictable; it was obvious too early that mortensen’s character was something other than what he seemed, and then that he was some kind of investigator. the narrative was well-constructed though. after all the bloody films, i could use something that observes the more beautiful things. but i am going to see happy days at bam on friday, so i have nothing lovely and easy planned.