George So you can see how it's weird. Things aren't lining up. They look fine when taken individually, when you're right up against them, but when you take a step back and look at everything at once, they don't line up. I just saw "Swimming With Sharks." The titles are white on black, and underneath the part where it says "Written & Directed By" is the name of a high-school friend of mine, George Huang. It opens nationally May 12th. So you can see how it's weird. George was one of those guys that you suspected was really going to hit it big or end up slinging hash during the night shift at Ed's Food Emporium. He was tremendously smart, but a little undirected. He played guitar, skipped class, got good grades and dropped his pants in front of the entire auditorium during his candidacy for class president. He was the first person to ever offer me a beer, though he said that if I didn't want it, no big deal. His laugh goes "HAWHAWHA," but judging from his NPR interview, he's made it a little more radio friendly. So you can see how it's weird. The movie itself is... enjoyable. It drags a bit in a few places and Michelle Forbes is too cold to play Dawn, but it's well-made and Kevin Spacey is fantastic. It's a hell of an achievement for a 27-year-old. But it's angry. Very, very angry. All the reviews, the first thing they say is "George is angry." In the film, a producer's personal assistant takes him hostage and tortures him. George, incidentally, was a PA for several years. I think the New York Times called "Swimming With Sharks" a "howl of rage." But it's George. So you can see how it's weird. ★