“Yes, hello, it’s me, Elsa Lanchester, and I’m here to SPICE THINGS UP!” 
-Elsa Lanchester, probably 

“Oh thank god.”
-Me, definitely

Great sequins, beautiful sequins. And that’s about it. There are only so many scenes of Pamela wandering around parking lots that I can take before it starts to feel like filling for time. There just isn’t enough meat here.

With all due respect to Juliette Binoche, she simply must surrender her Supporting Actress Oscar to Glenn Close POST HASTE.

MAJOR for all the girls who loved bows, sunflowers, lockets, and the color green. 

The first time I saw this was 30 years ago, when it was first released. I was very small. I was extremely upset by the end (a child literally being dragged away from her father? We used to make children’s films that caused TRAUMA!) that I burst into tears. I was so inconsolable that I had to sit on my mom’s lap. 

I fared much better this time.

I remember wanting to see this when it came out, but for some reason, never did. It looked like a fun, younger Ocean’s 11 to my teenage self. 

It’s not. It’s a snooze.

Aubrey Plaza lumbering around with that oven tied to her back will make me giggle for the rest of the night.

Richard E. Grant should only ever play bitter, bitchy little butlers.

This can never be said enough: DO NOT! GET RID! OF YOUR PHYSICAL MEDIA!

When an intense and terrifying windstorm hits LA and knocks out your wifi, the only place to turn is your DVD library. When your nerves are shot because 50 mph winds are rattling the windows and fires are destroying the county, there’s only one thing to do: put on the movie that has been shown on cable tv every other weekend since it premiered and down two sizable glasses of sauvignon blanc in quick succession. It’ll help. Promise. 

Stay safe, LA. ❤️

I love that little criminal penguin with all my heart.

Very exciting whenever Tilda Swinton talked about the dark web. 

The script is ROUGH at the beginning (understandable for his first English script!), but once we get to the house, it feels a lot more focused and Bergman-esque. Striking as always!

I don’t know, I just really wish I had seen Llewyn Davis in the background of some shot, getting beat up or chasing the cat. 

To my great astonishment, I enjoyed this! It’s a very pleasant experience that’s more about the music and less about the characters or story. Avoids a lot of the typical musician biopic pitfalls. 

But I still think we need a moratorium on music films for at least five years.

They’re nice boys. 😊