The summer movie season is ALMOST OVER everybody so if there’s a movie you want to support, or a studio for that matter, you gotta get on that. Pundits are already scrolling through the totals and drawing conclusions.
“‘People want to work for less money, I pay them less money,’ Pascal replied. ‘Women shouldn’t be so grateful. Know what you’re worth. Walk away.’ Message received.”
“In my first two years of the food cart, people said that I’d reached the American dream. But I didn’t know what that was so I Googled it.”
Nobody captures small domestic absurdities, such as a good-natured bachelor using a tennis racket to strain spaghetti for the woman he loves, like Billy Wilder.
What was feared in the 80s was assimilated in 90s.
Honestly? All you need to know about the Oscars this year is that Selma got screwed. Watch them, don’t watch them, I don’t care. Just see Selma. And Boyhood. And The Grand Budapest Hotel. And actually, don’t watch the Oscars now that I think of it.
That was my favorite part of Interstellar: sitting in the theater. Especially since it was 3 hours.