Give Jonah Hill the Best Supporting Actor Oscar right fucking now.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Even better the second time around. I could relax a bit and just get in the flow with the movie, where the first time I was trying to figure out the things that everyone's been trying to figure out: How is Jackson so popular in today's music world, is Ally's pop stuff supposed to be "good," etc.
Once again floored by the music. Exhilarated by "Black Eyes," absolute goosebumps during "Shallow," and a full heart during "Always Remember Us This…
Two middle-aged women in front of us came in 5 minutes late and proceeded to unpack a full takeout meal that involved them loudly rustling plastic for long periods of time throughout the movie. And after that full bags of chips like you buy in the store. They also talked a fair amount. I didn’t say anything until really late. Nothing changed. It’s that whole thing of there’s no good outcome even if you go get theater staff. So after…