Waxing poetic over ink.

Yes, those pens have been very useful, but hyperbole isn't always called for, and certainly not in a totally forgetable movie that I serendipitously (again? twice in the same column?) clicked onto late at night while working on this column. On the other hand, perhaps it was the film's saving grace. The plot was actually rather interesting, but the development was plodding at the least. Just the sort of movie to get caught up in late at night after getting some passable writing done and wanting to unwind a bit before going to sleep: a waste of time, but that was precisely my intent.

Ah, but at some point along the sort-of plot the heroine finds that her missing husband has invested tens of thousands of dollars in what she is told is ink (it isn't). She questions why someone would invest so much money in such a product, and the answer is a wonderful line that easily transcends its B-movie surroundings:

ink is the lifeblood of civilization

Whether or not it's true, it's a great line.

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