Okay, so perhaps it’s a bit late to write another review of this movie.  It’s been done.  At least once.  Since 1982.

What I’m mindful of is not artistry, or storytelling, casting, or great acting.  Because these are executed properly and professionally, the story itself becomes transparent.

What I’m impressed with are the scenes showing chemistry and electricity, and it just impresses upon me my own deeply-rooted desire for a warm fire in the wilderness with a beautiful woman at my side.

On a side note, this is the sort of drivel that probably belongs in a private personal journal.  However, the GIFT (Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory) would tend to apply to my posting mushy nonsense on a very public website.  And considering the meaningless blithering to which we’ve all been subject, I feel rather like the greatest among equals.  It takes no elitist to recognize that some can craft a complete sentence with greater success than others.

Google the GIFT.  Basically it states that given a normal person, combined with an audience and anonymity, will produce a Total Fuckwad.