Sometimes, You Want It Too Much (in a minor key)

In Missouri over the break, M and I noticed that one of the theaters in Columbia was showing the minimally dove-infested John Woo epic Red Cliff . This sent me into paroxysms of giddiness as A)I'm a stone-cold Dynasty Warriors goob, and the film depicted a chunk of Three Kingdoms goodness and B)we'd missed its effervescently brief run in the Triangle. In the days leading up to our catching a showing, Melinda repeatedly cautioned me that perhaps my expectations were too high, that maybe it wasn...