Utterly confused by the reception. It’s nothing more than a silly movie. All commentary in it is nothing more than soppy.
Jax and I guessed both plot twists almost joking that “the movie can’t end like that, right?”. This is a googly-eyed head-scratcher.
A glimpse into the infernal suffering of women and mothers, created by private property. It is cruel how such a revolting being created this masterpiece.
This movie is awesome. Sadly idk if I would’ve seen it if not on a plane.
Thank you Air France for the big ass touch screens, the terrible service, and the nice Indian man next to me that really wanted to watch this movie on my screen.
Maybe the one thing that Taylor Swift’s music is good for is getting you into naming-your-baby-after-the-brother-your-abusive-rapist-husband-killed-as-a-young-boy mood.
