Mack wanted to like When We Were Boys, a documentary that debuted recently at Toronto's "Hot Docs" festival.

But it was just brutal.

I don't care about the money. But I'd like a time-refund on the two hours I spent in the theatre watching that one.

A bunch of privileged kids hanging out at home and in the pool and in Toronto's "St. George's School for Boys," doing this and that.

Coulda been great. It was really hard to get tickets for this thing, because it would be really interesting to take a peek into the world of boys, into their minds. And that's what everyone thoyught we were getting.

But all it was, was: watch the kids jump in pool, sing, and for seemingly endless amounts of time, play video games.

Sheesh! If Mack wants to watch kids play video games all I have to do is wander into the "family room" of my own house.

Eating popcorn and watching kids-- for seriously, like ten or 15 minutes at a stretch, on several occasions throughout the film-- going "Yeah! Gotcha! You're mine!" then singing, doing math, kibitzing around, it was shocking, inchoate, a terrible waste of time, celluloid and no doubt several wheelbarrows of taxpayer money.

They didn't even interview the kids! Just followed them around with the camera, and, interesting-footage-wise, anyway, got NOTHING.

The good version of this film still needs to be made. This age (14) is a profound turning point for boys. The discovery of their sexuality (though not in this film, it's an all-boys school, the only way women appear is when these kids talk about girls they obviously hardly even know), making bonds, pondering the future, leaving childhood behind.

It should have been fascinating. But it was just an opportunity missed. Someone needs to do this topic justice.

Maybe Mack should apply for a grant, I'll make it myself.