The summer movie season is almost over, and in the Internet era, you probably already know that “The Clone Wars” is a catastrophe, so your humble correspondent is free to go on vacation. Unfortunately for this blog, I’ll be in several countries that don’t yet have computers–England, France, Italy and Canada–so I won’t be able to post anything. But I’ll be back on red-white-and-blue soil in a couple weeks with reports from two film festivals I’ll be attending: Venice and Toronto, where I’ll be previewing some of the award-season contenders.

Both festivals will be screening the Coen brothers’ spy comedy “Burn After Reading.” I may also get to see “Blindness,” from the director of “City of God”; Steven Sodebergh’s pro-Communist biopic “Che”; Charlie Kaufman’s unpronounceable (and reportedly unwatchable) “Synecdoche, New York”;  and a Cannes prize winner called “Gomorrah” that depicts my ancestral home of Naples as hell on earth. But the guiltiest of pleasures may turn out to be Darren Aronofsky’s “The Wrestler,” starring Mickey Rourke as an aging grappler and the growing-younger Marisa Tomei as a stripper who no doubt has a heart of gold.

Be good.