I haven't either. Hoping someday the L.A. publicists will realize I moved and am not in New York anymore. (Contacting them directly does surprisingly little good.)

Now that I look at it closely, it's a little garden-pathy, I suppose. But grammatically correct. Problem would be solved by removing the boyfriend's name, but I needed to refer to him again later and not doing so by name was awkward as well.

The only reason I didn't write this up is that I already wrote it up for our halftime report.

One can engage and subsequently dismiss. When improvisation works onscreen, I acknowledge it—Lynn Shelton pulled it off, in my opinion, with Humpday and to a lesser extent with Your Sister's Sister. In this case, it seems fairly clear to me that the film's flaws are rooted in nobody really getting a fix on what the…

I'm assuming that I briefly nodded off. It was an 8:30am screening on the final day of a two-week festival, so I was fairly sleep-deprived, and I'm also not a morning person by nature. Have no recollection of falling asleep, but since I didn't see a scene that kinda has to have been in the film, that's the most…

I did not sleep through the second half. I may have nodded off for a couple of minutes. Had it been longer, I would have realized it, as I know the play well and would have thought multiple major scenes had been cut.

Regarding the second visit to the weird sisters and the new prophecies: I definitely did not see that scene when the film premiered at Cannes. (Unfortunately, I wasn't able to revisit it more recently.) It's possible that I nodded off without realizing it, I guess…but I know for sure that I was awake for the climax,…

Oh, good call. Forgot about that one (and I saw Taymor's film).

Yes, madam, and you are drunk. But tomorrow, you will be sober, and I will still be…wait.

I didn't hate it.

Correct. It's an in-joke.

That phrase refers to self-definition, not what others perceive/assume. In other words, Therese had believed herself to be straight until she met Carol.

But does that mean that you never actually discover a great movie that hasn't been reviewed by several prominent critics already, with no preconceived idea as to its level of quality ?

Ironically, The Interview is one of the 36 movies I finished.

The nearly 8,000 movies I have watched to the end contributed to this observation. My point was that mediocre films tend to be instantly recognizable as such. It's exceedingly rare that the first 10 minutes are unrepresentative of the whole. But you're right, that's not something one can discern solely from the…

No, I do. I rarely give grades that low—the movie has to be offensive or inept. The performances alone here are strong enough to lift Shelter into C range.

Ha!

Quite a few. But that's mostly because Alex and Ignatiy get first pick, and I'm offered films that tend to be less interesting.

Fair point. But it's rarely "someone in my family was murdered." (Though I guess that could lead to drug addiction, as is the case with Connelly's character.)

I can't read reviews in languages I don't speak, so I'm a little hobbled.