It was a good movie, but not without cringey moments where I wondered what the hell the writer was thinking. I get the feeling it will be pointed to by future movieologists as typical of whatever contemporary man-I'm-so-fucked-up-I-gots-to-figure-my
But mostly I was impressed just how much natalie portman can make her eyebrows look like this:
I mean, seriously. What muscle does that? That's some serious distraught action going on there.
In completely separate news from earlier today, P. J. Harvey's Angelene is meant for listening to while you walk across the Schenley bridge alone on a dark snowy saturday evening. Mmm.
