Now this is cinema.
This is the stuff Martin Scorsese watched the night before he dropped that Cleveland steamer on Disney’s chest.
Punk rock, trigger your darlings, do-not-take-home-to-meet-the-parents cinema.
About half an hour in, there’s a meet cute (or to put it more accurately, a meet ugly) that doesn’t just flip the classic convention on its head, it curb stomps that convention right through the pavement.
My instinctive reaction was repulsion. What the fuck? How are they going to fix that? Why would I give two shits about this character now?!
And then (thank god!) it occurred to me: I was upset because the film wasn’t playing by the rules. I was offended by its complete disregard for cinematic formula.…