I was in this movie!
No, wait. I wasn't in this movie. But I feel like if I were, I'd probably tell everybody I could get to listen to me to go and watch it. Then I'd relate to them how much fun I had doing all that cat stuff that I had to do and how entertaining it all is to your average movie appreciator. The contagious energy and joyful effervescence of it all! But I don't get to…
Perhaps the truest and greatest art is that which we never see or hear. I did, however, see this film. Two and a half stars.
Geena Davis stretches her mouth out and pops her eyeballs up through her gullet. Catherine O'Hara wears a glove tied around her head while complaining about Cantonese food. Winona Ryder is passionate about adverbs. Glenn Shadix is a multi-talented prince and never got the love he deserved. Sylvia Sidney is feddddd uppppppp. It is apparently very bad to die in Italy. Holy fucking shit why? Why why why?? There is more story buried deep in cheap cardboard and styrofoam than…
Well-manicured lawns are a far more impressive view than you might otherwise think, so when this movie had a couple of long camera-drags through some stretches of mowed grass I was suddenly compelled to pay attention to the goings-on. Fresh wet cut grass holds a fresh wet place in my heart and will never cease to grab my attention whenever it makes a very welcomed appearance on my screen. I forget the rest of the movie, but I really liked…
