i wuv movies
listen to the fucking podcast
usually at its worst, edgar wright’s work annoys and frustrates me but that mostly boils down to a difference in comedic taste. i honestly went into last night in soho with a slightly more open mind because i felt like his stylistic flourishes might work better in horror as opposed to comedy. but rather than being pissed off by dorky quips and soyfacing, i was left feeling rather empty at a film that is all flash in the pan.