So for the past month or so, I have been almost entirely unable to sleep properly, averaging about three hours a night. I have used that time in a variety of constructive ways which include working on a book, writing Teleport City reviews, watching movies, reading history books, and playing Wii Sports — which I’m sure my downstairs neighbors appreciate at three in the morning. Anyway, this review is a product of a recent sleepless night, and my mental state is evidenced by the fact that, in the middle of a modest review of a movie about a killer stalking London’s Soho district, I somehow end up spending an entire paragraph or two talking about the diplomatic battle over whether England or France had rightful ownership to the mustache of Kaiser Wilhelm. It really has nothing to do with the movie itself, and I apologize.

Anyway, it’s another guy dressed up as a skeleton. I honestly didn’t plan to be one of the world’s foremost authorities on movies where guys dress up as skeletons, but it seems I’m well on my way to that throne. I’ll start growing my Kaiser Wilhelm mustache today.