Grainy, washed-out photography.

Half-price coffee, a sprightly yet laid-back atmosphere, great company and a wonderful acoustic folk rock group.

The movie "Blindness" is very much like a typical home video: love captured on tape, disorientation and, most importantly, a cluster of blurry images.

From the picnic table outside of Wagner Hall, I watched as divided groups of people began to file down the precariously steep stone stairs of the Underground, and all I could think was, "I just don't get it."