The movie business as I knew it is now over. Except in New York City, where feel-bad, risk-taking, ratings-defying art flicks still play... Thank you, distributors, from the bottom of my damaged little cinematic heart, for getting these films out there to the perverted public.
A cold-as-concrete VistaVision epic about the cruelty of architecture... Yes, the running time is 3.5 hours, but the only thing too long is the intermission.
A snappy, witty little indie by a new female auteur who also stars in the film... It's sparkling, it's rude, it's knowing, and it's hot. I'm glad young people are still angry and confused about mating.
A horribly sad and sometimes hilariously funny portrait of the most unpleasant sourpuss woman in the history of cinema... A wretched experience I'll cherish forever.
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