she’s not really after conservatorship, she just wants the key key to Gramercy Park
she’s not really after conservatorship, she just wants the key key to Gramercy Park
Certain Women is one of the best films of the past twenty years.
Are people really this dense that this needs explanation?
Also, really classy to just barely imply that people don’t like The Marvels because of racism. Never change, AVC.
The Creator was a mediocre film already, but his ‘acting’ in it is borderline unwatchable
AGREED. It perfectly walks that line of satirizing a genre without mocking or devaluing a genre.
I really like Kalifornia, personally. Underrated.
Kalifornia is comically underrated
it’s called an homage, or a reference, or an allusion.
i’m just a bit bored with ‘my parent-in-law hates me’ as a trope. it’s 2023.
She seems like a kind and genuine soul, which means she was definitely too good for that smoldering tire fireof a show. Hope she finds more roles worthy of her participation.
no harm must ever come to Keith David, ever
You really have to hand it to short people, because they can’t reach it themselves. Hi-ooooooooooo
Okay yes, agreed, they should’ve had “Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas Time” on here. But there’s another egregious omission y’all are overlooking. Let me just put it this way *clears throat* IIIII STILL WANNNNNNNNT A HUUUUUUULA HOOOOOOP.
The only way that song is remotely tolerable is slowed-down, Patton…
The Mothman Prophecies is a Christmas classic and I’m only half-kidding when saying so
Justice for Fargo and Slow Horses, please
So it’s now progressive to fret about depicting sex in art like someone who throws fundraisers for Focus On The Family? I feel like I’m living Opposite Land lately, I swear.
Was fun to see Clare Coulter show up in this one. Still not okay with Three Pines getting cancelled.
*Stone Gossard has entered the chat*
not to mention folks who fail to grasp that ‘it was popular so it must’ve been good!’ is a logical fallacy
Lotta armchair musicologists in this comments section who seem to believe that being a technically-accomplished singer means anything they sing is automatically a work of genius.