You know it’s a five star movie when the drive home from the theater feels extra special. You look at the buildings and streets aglow around you, imagining what the world looks like through the eye of a little 1-inch-tall shell perched on your dashboard, pistachio battle cap and needle spears and all. It’s the little things, right?
P.S. I could watch Marcel walking on walls with his honey dipped shoes all day long.