And now, a self-interview.
Q: Hi! Bryant here. How are you, Bryant?
A: Pretty good, Bryant. How you been?
Q: Oh, fair tolerable, I reckon. But I ain't here to jaw about trivialities and such, I'm here to ask you whether you -- like me -- just finished watching 1922 on Netflix. Well, didja?
A: Uh ... yeah. I certainly did. Say, are you going to ask all your questions in dialect tonight?
Q: Well, I might do, Bryant. I might do. Or I might not do, as the mood takes me. Either way, I'll ask the questions, if'n you don't mind too much, thanks very much.
Q: Anyways, sorry to get us off on a contentious note. I got a way sometimes, don't I?
Q: That was a question.
Q: Well, be that way, then. So how'd you like the movie?
A: I thought it was great. I've got some caveats, but with 'em or without 'em, I thought it was great.
Q: Do you think I should paste in a copy of the poster IMDb is using?
Q: Hold on... here she comes...
A: I get the feeling that's less a poster than a thing somebody somewhere slapped together just so somebody could claim a poster existed.
Q: I get the same feeling. And that's a shame, isn't it?
A: It's 100% a shame. I mean, sure, I would watch a movie based on the poster consisting solely of Thomas Jane with bloody hands in a cornfield, but I'm not your average consumer of media. I don't know that this will get many Netflix users to hit "play." This needed a real poster, like Gerald's Game got.