The subtitles stay on during sex.
Bad, but frequently veers into earnest nonsense so often that I found myself kinda charmed by it anyway. It’s not so nuts that it’s fun but it is still nuts, totally dead inside and also exhaustingly over-the-top, never not cooking on high heat. What I’m trying to say is that Julianne Moore walks though this movie looking like she has absolutely no idea what she’s supposed to be doing or where she’s supposed to hit her mark and, you know, my…
Unfortunately the edible I took had a major delay and kicked in right around the moment the pace has always flagged for me—Ramona breaking up with Scott for Gideon—which just served to amplify one of the Big Problems, which is that the moment the car slows down we’re pretty much out of gas. That’s okay though! That’s the difference between All-Time Masterpiece and A Movie I Really Really Love. Got to see it on the big screen and cried during the opening credits a bit, it’s true.