Something about being laid low with a terrible cold and feeling pissed at the universe (each made worse by the inane background noise of Sarah Palin) made me desperate to watch The Painted Veil. It's the perfect film to watch when you simply hate life. On one level, it acts as an old-fashioned travelogue escape to misty, mountainous China. But there is also something cathartic about watching Kitty and Walter, both miserable in their life choices and on a suicidal voyage to a cholera-ravaged village, eventually find each other. But damn HBO had to take it off their on-demand menu so I can't watch it. Bastards.