Second Thoughts

I take it back. Last year I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and called it great. Now I've listened to a podcast of another F. Scott Fitzgerald short story, "The Ice Palace." If F. Scott Fitzgerald could write a story that weak and cliched about the South, then one is forced to reconsider liking The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. What if my taste for Benjamin Button was really an indulgence of silly affectations of charm? Like those commercials where surprised diners discover their gourmet pasta was catered by Pizza Hut, I feel a little betrayed by the name on the door.