One of the best screenplays I've considered recently is "Office Space." This film came out in 1999--the Holy Grail Year of Motion Pictures, the year of "Boys Don't Cry," "Election," "American Beauty," "Ripley," "Sixth Sense," "Being John Malkovich"--but I think that, even in '99, "Office Space" didn't really have competitors. It's a script that buzzes with ideas and rage and humor; it's a case of knowing, right away, you're in good hands. Ron Livingston works in a cubicle. The overlords have just recently altered the style of the official workplace cover sheet, but Livingston has become sloppy, and he has (in one case) reverted to the *old* cover sheet. This means that not one but seven superiors must stop by to clear their throats and ask, awkwardly, if Livingston could ditch the old cover sheets, mmmkay? Meanwhile, across the street, Jennifer Aniston works at "Tchotchkes...