me: lmao a pig who's a pilot
Miyazaki: sending people off to war either kills them or creates a chasm between them and society they can never fully get over.
me: lol *oink oink*

Viggo is unrecognizable in his role as a sentient slice of $1 New York pizza.

The story is slight, Gene Kelly's character is a creepy douche (though Kelly is, of course, eternally charismatic and charming, so he almost gets away with it), Leslie Caron's performance isn't great and she and Kelly have basically no chemistry, which makes his treatment of Nina Foch's character and total rejection of her advances all the more baffling.

But then you get to the titular dance number and none of that matters. One of the most audacious, joyful, gorgeous, and all-around fun things I've ever seen.

It’s not great, but the “smoking gun phone” joke is incredible.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.