Watched the movie Frailty, which gave me such screaming nightmares Saturday night that I had to watch it again Sunday so Husband could see it. Bill Paxton actually deserves all the misplaced praise that gets heaped on the wildly uneven and monotonous Quentin Tarantino. I found Frailty at least as gripping as A Simple Plan. Plus, it added ferment to my phobia about suddenly Getting God in that really scary and over the top way. I grew up in the South, I’ve seen it too often. It can happen to anyone.