BSC: Me either. She was screeching. Her voice felt like fingernails on a chalkboard. I thought the same thing - where is that great actress? Maybe, like so many, she can only be great when others are giving her the words? I don’t know.

I’m just saying I don’t want to go to the movies to hear their rhetoric.

Just because they have a right to say it doesn’t mean I have to buy a ticket to hear it.

Here’s Entertainment Weekly’s review of this bomb….

Liberal message movies tend to follow the Mary Poppins principle: Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. The sugar is suspense, mystery, romance — the sweeteners Hollywood sprinkles over Important Issues like corporate duplicity or blood diamonds to render them palatable. Lions for Lambs is different. It’s all medicine, and doesn’t try to hide the fact. It doesn’t pretend to be a thriller or a love story or a vehicle for George Clooney’s five-o’clock-shadow heroism. Directed by Robert Redford and written by the gifted topical button pusher Matthew Michael Carnahan (The Kingdom), the movie consists mostly of people sitting around rooms, usually two at a time, debating the conflict in Afghanistan, the quagmire of Iraq, the arrogance (or is it stay-the-course courage?) of war-on-terror politicians, the superficiality (or is it muzzling?) of the press, and the complacency of everyone else.

Are we having fun yet? Lions for Lambs may be the first movie that feels as if it should have a credit that reads, ”Based on an episode of The Charlie Rose Show.” The tiny scale and armchair talkiness mark the movie as a bit of a folly, an act of idealistic hubris in today’s commercial marketplace, yet that’s its (minor) fascination too.