this is an hour and a half long portlandia sketch
my parents divorced when i was three, and the only memory i have of all of us living together involves watching mr rogers- they ate dinner while i watched a taped episode and then i came into the dining room to tell them when it was over. whether from that memory or not, mr rogers has continued to embody something so special to me that i don’t particularly know how to explain.
i’ve spent a lot of time doing academic…
could not STAND the supremely shallow plot of this. really, i think it should’ve been a documentary, i could’ve just watched the girls skate for far longer than the runtime of this movie. it’s trying so hard to be genuine and succeeds in some ways but mostly... fails. maybe it’s just the fault of the plot. i felt goosebumps watching the trailer because i’m a sucker for Cool Girls Doing Cool Things, so maybe my expectations were too high going…