the pleasure of wrong assumptions

i ate two deep sleep pills and slept shallow waking three times to pee one to read and one when i lost mister in a giant underground theme park. 
i watched nina played by zoe saldana expecting to have to do a brutal post and pleased to say darren was quite wrong to say it was a travesty in black-face. she did have some make-up, but not to make herself blacker but to make herself nina, and if it's any indication of a biopic's worth i ended loving nina more and zoe saldana too. and she had the nerve to sing the songs herself, with utter sincerity and feeling. i think another indication of worth is when the integrity of a project doesn't erase it's faults but makes them sort of part of the production, and by the end not interfering with the shining aspects, the deep character, the sublime music. i wonder why i didn't dream of being in a nightclub with mister getting lost in the music of nina. 
i trust that i am not wrong in this and that darren will revise himself.