I had the same experience with Poor Things as Mark Ruffalo’s character. At best I was in ecstasy. The score reached and cleansed the deepest canals of my ears. I could stare at sets and miniature work all day. I wanted to clap every time Ruffalo and Stone sputtered out a fuck. And the dance between them was one of my favorite scenes of the year.
But at worst I wanted to be locked in the sanatorium. I was so…
