I can’t believe I watched this directly after Visconti’s The Leopard, lmao

questionable movie, amazing ending

Everyone was enjoying things until I forced them to watch the scene from son of the mask when Jamie Kennedy as the titular mask, sings Frankie valli in every musical genre known to 2005. Then things got heated. 5 stars

Just wanna apologize to any fellow theatergoers who attended the 9:45pm showing at the Angelika last night for my incessant front row aisle seat toe-tapping, though I can’t promise that it won’t happen again when I see this film for a second time, most likely at the Brooklyn Alamo Drafthouse. If only my anxiety dreams were as fucking banging as this film....