After several weeks of hype, some friends and I went to see Magnolia last night. Dare I admit that I didn't like it? That not only did I not like it, I was bored? And antsy, and wanting to get up after about an hour, and that I even tried to take a nap in the middle, to no avail because I'd drunk a big Pepsi just before I went in? I've been thinking a lot about why I didn't like it: I had a hard time feeling compassion for any of the characters, and because the focus was changing constantly, just when I'd start to develop a connection with one person's tale, I'd be thrust into another's life. Add to that the pervasive pathetic self-serving behavior of almost everyone, and I found it hard to care. Especially for three hours. And I guess I was hoping for some kind of resolution, or more closure at the end. What was the point of the young boy rapping to the cop? And the woman who had a body in her closet? I guess I wanted more connection across the lives than singing the same song or being smited by frogs.