Bittersweet little ditty. I found myself nodding in affectionate recognition basically all the way through it. All that teenage angsty stuff and pubescent existential meaninglessness. Yep. I was apprehensive though, because it was one of several movies I was told would be “right up my alley” (some other examples include The Royal Tenenbaums and Donnie Darko if you want a general indication of my track record in that regard). Of course, in addition to being awkwardly-written, shallowly-characterised, gratuitous pieces of shit, they didn’t have Thora or Scarlett in the cast. Or Scarlett. Did I mention Scarlett? When she mentioned the “miracle of masturbation”, I nearly fell off the couch. Lordy.
*slap*
I’ll be fine. Buscemi bless…
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