His curse not only became his power, but it has also become an addition to my ongoing headache. You see, I am seemingly trapped in a time warp! It's groundhog month for me -- February 2007 to be exact. Or, as I lovingly refer to it, The Twenty-eight Days of Suck. In that one month we were treated to such sub-par Hollywood drivel as The Number 23, The Messengers, Hannibal Rising, and of course the film you're currently reading about.