All I could think about was brushing her hair. Or dry shampooing it. Anything.
It did distract me from some of the painful exposition/ dialogue at times though. Maybe that was the point.
All I could think about was brushing her hair. Or dry shampooing it. Anything.
It did distract me from some of the painful exposition/ dialogue at times though. Maybe that was the point.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Justice was not served, but champagne was.
I like the message and the vehicle, but lacked a satisfying resolution for me. I guess the pessimism implied does speak very truly to the state of our own world… but would it not have been so cool if the baby kicked all their asses?
There’s something about a film that forces you to truly live in it, ponder it, be an investigator. It becomes a self-reflective process in some ways, and then, in moments where it picks up speed and stakes, you are lost in it again. You come back down again just to look back at what just happened and look forward at what happens now - along with the characters. Audience members of this film take the invisible 6th seat in Ralph’s taxi at all times, and quietly hope they also get offered some of those dumplings.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow the president’s mind, hey Mickey!