Saw "The Man Who Wasn't There" and "The Majestic" this weekend after abortive attempts to catch "The Lord Of The Rings" and "The Royal Tenenbaums." That's too much Billy Bob and Jim Carrey for my tastes, but neither flick was patently offensive in a "Battlefield Earth" star-vehicle kind of way. Ingesting that much Billy Bob after a day of Belgian beers, sausage sammiches, Madden 2002 (with lyrics by Pharoahe Monch), cat dander, Jah Bless sarcasm, brotherly ball-busts and South Street hobos is enough to make even the most stern movie-watcher dizzy with sleep. And so I confess that I didn't see the whole Billy Bob flick. The next night I was able to remain at atten-hut for the Carrey thing, which drags on enough to pound home its central theme for 20 minutes too long. Maybe I'll get to see those supposedly good films this weekend, in-between harvesting the crust from my eyes. And for anybody heading up/out Philly way soon, I highly recommend a 5-minute sit-down with the new Kimmel Center. Go inside -- the geometry is worth your time. And if you're in the general D.C. area, stop by my joint and I'll feed you from the stash of leftover Slovak food that is clogging my refrigerator. Katherine and I have done all the damage to it that we can.