There's something rotten in Denmark. The screenplay. Here at WeeHunk we're doing a Gabriel Byrne film festival. Some movies inevitably have to be bad. The acting is atrocious, but I blame the writer. Bale barks like a dog to prove he's mad, despite being clearheaded 2 minutes before. I prefer the one written by Shakespeare, though admittedly there's no scene with naked ladies splashing each other in the bath.