I went to see Whiteout again last night. Kate Beckinsale's eyes in the poster were still quite blue; in the movie, they were still dark brown. Kids these days.
I don't know what drew me back to Whiteout. It's a decent story, even a complex one, and told pretty well. It probably won't find its way into my DVD collection either, but I guess when I used to joke that I would "buy a ticket to watch Kate Beckinsale read the phone book," it wasn't so much of a joke.
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