I love a messy, post-Oscar big swing, and this one’s covered in that particular messy flavor. It took me a little bit to warm up to its cartoony tone, lack of subtlety, and heavy use of narration, but by the time Mickey 18 slid out of that tube, I was having a very good time.
While I enjoyed this a whole lot more, I was reminded quickly of the feeling I had leaving Snowpiercer; that I think Bong Joon Ho’s…
There's obviously something wrong with him. He's taken off his shoes and one of his socks and... actually, I think he's crying.
I just miss when Owen was cowriting these.
Couldn’t stop thinking about when I moved from Nebraska to Arizona in the 8th grade and a girl I liked told me that she was sad I was moving because she had a huge crush on me, and then we dated over AIM for a few months and made plans to get our drivers licenses at 16 and drive to a Village Inn somewhere between the two states to kiss and eat pie.
