Last night saw the very riveting White Oleander. It was all very, very good, although Trisa, who's read the book, tells me there are a few things that were left out that she would have prefered had been left in. All I can say is it was a good movie--and it kept the normally annoyingly raucous cinema audience quiet.
To reiterate, it was happy-good-fun time.
Now to decide on a course of action for right now.