One day I will own a wardrobe that only consists of pastel-colored Italian sports coats and that is when I will finally be fulfilled.
This didn’t need to be made. And I really wish it wasn’t.
The themes that were being explored up until the last twenty minutes were interesting, though not well written in the slightest. Shifting the themes from puberty and sisterhood to addiction and psychological trauma? Cool. I can get down with it, it even makes sense for the most part. I just hoped that they could have been executed better. It even tried doing some Foucaultian analysis of power structures…