best line was “maaa wifee” because at least it seemed like borat and not nate jacobs

while the movie itself did not elicit much of an emotional response from me, it did instill visceral fear that i will become so apologetic to men in later ages. if it happened to sofia coppola, it can happen to anyone. oh sofia, where is the subtlety and chilling lonesome beauty of your films that i once knew?

on another note, it should be a crime to list this as a comedy and then under-use jenny slate and marlon wayans.

WERE ALLOWED TO RANK SHOWS?

it’s like if chris pratt was the dad from juno.

it’s also like when you have a lot of beautiful shards of a piece of china, but you can’t just get them all to fit in a satisfying, complete way. 

perhaps representative of life ; perhaps i could’ve made something as poignant about my own childhood.