It could slot into a holster on your belt, allowing you to draw it like a Colt and fire off a lethal message to that guy with the goatee in Accounts. Nonetheless, for a while, owning a BlackBerry was all the rage. A BlackBerry was a portable communication device, equipped with buttons so itty-bitty that they could not be comfortably deployed by anybody larger than Rumpelstiltskin. For those who were off-planet, or awaiting conception, at the dawn of the millennium, the title may need some explanation. Matt Johnson’s “BlackBerry” is a reminder that, in dramatic terms, rise and fall is almost always more gripping, and more morally provoking, than rise and rise. If you enjoyed Ben Affleck’s “ Air,” currently in theatres, but felt that it was too puffed up, here comes a lesson in deflation.
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