MOTHRA AND MORE: So the giant moth (and thanks very much for the suggestions as to its nature; I especially appreciated the reader who warned me that it was likely an alien scout) was not dead. After spending about a day at rest in the corner of the room, it eventually roused itself and staggered to the window, then shambled out into the night.

My conclusion is that I am running a drunk tank for moths. Is anyone really surprised?

In other updateliness, I did in fact watch “Dark Harbor” again. The plot still made exactly no sense. The ending was still thick with cheese. (Although the last line is excellent.) But I am probably going to buy it on DVD. (Right now I have it due to the miracle of Netflix.) It’s basically a Bette Davis movie brought down to date–the same over-the-top, doom-soaked, showy explosiveness. The female lead (Polly Walker) is very good, and the male lead is Alan Rickman.