Rented a bizarre DVD over the weekend - The Fountain with Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz. If you're thinking about renting it, don't. It was a strange story with an anemic script. I kept telling the spouse, who had the same opinion, "What was Jackman thinking agreeing to do this movie? The writer and director must have been on drugs." Or something to that effect.
I think the message had something to do with zen-like acceptance of death. But nothing about the telling was compelling and the movie is forgettable. I couldn't even tell you the plot. See? I've forgotten it already.