I haven't suffered from writer's block in a long time, but tonight my creativity gland has apparently been surgically removed, or at least squeezed dry. After trying for one and a half hours to write a review of Team America: World Police in an effort to wow the head cheeses at Mutant Reviewers From Hell, I have eight sentences. I enjoyed the movie, I just can't seem to write about it with any great flair, or even mild competence. However, I have had the "Montage" song in my head the entire time, which can't be helping.
Come to think of it: if montages worked, I could have had that baby done in two, three minutes tops.