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Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
A tray of filmic macarons prepared to the taste of anyone who grew up precociously perusing their parents’ copies of The New Yorker. I can only eat two, maybe three macarons in a sitting, myself, so this was about right for me.
When it started dragging in the third act—that is, when Jeffrey Wright wasn’t on screen—I found myself thinking, “damn, there’s just so many sets”. Then in the credits there’s like an entire screen of carpenters. Lotta work went into these sweet treats.