commitment is when you use this site on the daily
if it's just a bunch of post-coital tristesse jokes narrated by a disgraced pedo neurotic in 70s New York, why give it an Oscar over Star Wars, why provide W* A* a platform and continue to support this whiny schmuck after news breaks about controversies you-know-what? i was very much in doubt walking into Annie Hall while asking myself why i should even put up with another film of his. so imagine my surprise when it turns out to be…
i went into this with the expectations of what, "cruelty, depravity and lies - the very building blocks of love". it's hard to wrap my shallow little head around Luis Bunuel's brand of surrealism right away, and this str8 push n pull lovers' quarrel of a plot just left me cold until some abstractions clear up bit by bit as i write this review.
our bourgeois sugar daddy in this case study of (just another) French Lolita amoral pursuits, is…
proof that there's certainly more to love than procreation since these two give absolutely no fucks about their children. halo, have you heard me, my dear anti-natalist friend who also happens to have a breed kink?
that said, i need to write a proper review for this one still,,,
this is what WILL happen when i sit down with my internet friends in-person.
send me on a laughing streak from almost start to finish. who wouldn't enjoy coffee and cigarettes, and how dumb, dull, dry, our conversations really are?? please, mess up my name, tell me the black&white combination of c-c coffee and cigarettes is unhealthy, talk about twins, cousins, repetitions,.. plus all the cameo appearances!! only that i'm too dumb to understand everything
proceed to dive in Jim Jarmusch's career and creative inspirations immediately.