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Surely, Hector (Richard Griffiths) must be the sweetest old teacher ever to have groped the genitals of young men in an upscale English boarding school. So much so that the young men in question consider the groping less as than a precise attempt to take matters further but rather a bothersome idiosyncrasy that they shrug off, such is their affection for the old bugger.

Drop everything and RUN, don't walk, to the nearest theater showing Charles Ferguson’s No End in Sight. You probably think, like I did, that you have some idea of what’s going on in Iraq, mess and all, what brought it about and what’s being done about it. Trust me, you have no idea. I know I didn’t and kept shaking my head in disbelief as I sat transfixed through the harrowing 100 minutes of the documentary.