They say predicability is the hallmark of a dull mind. I’ll gladly admit to it today, considering this is taking the edge off of the fact that I was at work late writing reports and unable to swing by UPS to get my replacement Shures so I can finally stop abusing my eardrums with the so-crap-they’re-almost-glorious Skullcandy Ink’d I got for the meantime. It’s not that I mind The Killers sounding like they’re each coated in about a quarter-inch of Vaseline, it’s just that I’m one of the few North American females with black plastic frames who does not fantasize about Brandon Flowers in such a state.
Speaking of substandard audio and fantasizing: the only thing that worries me about the trailer is the fact that the voice of Travis in the newly recorded dialogue does not sound like Robin Atkin Downes in the slightest; which is a pity, because it’s a great line.
