amy dunne slit my throat in 2014, wbu?
maybe i have no taste
h*rny on main
NYFF OPENING NIGHT
as a huge fan of the lobster and the killing of a sacred deer, i had massive expectations going into this. those expectations weren’t met.
because what i saw took me by such surprise, for anything i would have expected just wouldn’t have done it justice. it's a classic.
there is a moment of such coldness that emma stone and olivia colman emit towards rachel weisz that the whole auditorium audibly gasped and applauded at.
willem dafoe writing in his sea diary:
aye will practice believing my wicky loves me, and will love this lighthouse. that this lighthouse might really save our maritime marriage. but ye could be wrong. because sometimes, the way he looks at me, ye thinks, man of me beans, tender of me light, this man of mine may kill me. he may truly kill me.
cool, but like, this happens literally every week in williamsburg? if i have to pass another bearded seth rogen type slinging rainwater brine on bedford i'm gonna lose my shit. let me know when they start pickling guac burgers from by chloe. or fermenting psilocybin stumptown cold brew or something.