Smug culture vultures, in denial, drowning in ennui. But not at all satirical; as lacking in self-awareness as its characters. Awful
Oh what it would be to live in a world where this is unthinkable.
"I want us to remember what happened that day, and be horrified by ourselves, because it really is a mirror on our society. And rather than tying it up in a bow and thinking that there was something we can take away from it, and we'll be better people... I think what we need to realise is we're not very good people. And we're often not."
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Was pretty stunned by the news today. The moment I read it I thought back to this little gem, which has always been my favourite work of his; a quiet, tender, and, most importantly, naive romance.
Young British writer Anna (Jones) delivers an essay in class at her LA college, where Jacob (Yelchin), a budding furniture designer, is her TA. Having caught her eye, she leaves him a scrawled note that's at once heartfelt and half-formed, full of adolescent poetry…