We interrupt this debate

Multitasking - reading the New Yorker while listening to the debate. In which I see this:

The most rackety fun I had all year came in the first twenty minutes of “Wedding Crashers,” which demonstrated that Vince Vaughn is either a genius or an escaped lunatic who should not be approached without a stun gun, yet even that farce declined into soulful whimsy, as did “Hitch.” I did laugh at the end of “The Revenge of the Sith,” but that was from pure relief, much as the people of Stalingrad gave a bitter, mirthless grin when the siege was finally lifted.

Snap!