But for real, why the fuck do babies have pockets
A good film with great performances on a subject matter Hollywood doesn’t know how to tell.
But for real, why the fuck do babies have pockets
A good film with great performances on a subject matter Hollywood doesn’t know how to tell.
It is the perfect setup for a predictable and vanilla rom-com, but then along comes, not Polly, but Philip Seymour Hoffman. As if summoned by some divine RAIN DANCE (😉), PSH’s Sandy Lyle completely transforms the whole film, taking it from a bland vanilla concoction into a choc-mint-cookie bowl of deliciousness.
You think you know how it goes - here comes the quirky sidekick who offers a laugh and maybe a tender moment. But PSH makes it clear right away…
What a pretentious piece of garbage. I would have left the cinema if the fucking seats didn’t squeak at any hint of movement.
I paid $20 for an experience of sensory deprivation. If you enjoy watching endless shots of furniture, walls, and absolute trash, then you will LOVE this! Not a happy filmgoer! I have literally never been so bored by a film in my life. The half star is purely out of guilt because I read it was some film fanatic’s love letter to horror that he made under $15,000 - so the half star is respect for the effort/passion. Otherwise, BOOOOO!