Bonus star for Meryl Streep eating 2 pounds of pasta.

This tone piece on memory passed me by, even though it sounds like my kind of film. Shu Qi plays Vicki, a young woman stuck in a bad relationship with a loser. For most of the film, she oscillates between bars at techno-thumping night clubs and in the fetal position under her bed’s comforter.

Note to future Frank: if you rewatch this movie, count how many cigarettes Vicki lights. Every scene, I think.

Can't stop thinking about La La Land, because my brain and heart say yes, but my gut says no? Does anyone else feel this way?

Been thinking it over, and here’s a rough draft—La La Land is the Gotye’s “Someone That I Used to Know” of movies: undeniably catchy and clever in construction, pleasantly saturated, strikingly reverent of its references, impressively crafted, yet something I feel guilty about liking, and will likely seem more and more anemic as time passes? Going to revisit the film next year. I want to be wrong about this.