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No Brattle this year, and that made me miss people terribly, and I essentially had a lump in my throat the entire film until the ending inevitably sent me into floodsville. But this really holds a special meaning after this year, even more so than it usually does.
We still have each other, and I love you all. Merry Christmas.
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It doesn’t matter how big the wall is, Nolan; paint drying is still paint drying. And in fact, the bigger the wall and the thicker the paint (and boy does Nolan have a heavy hand), the more excruciating the pretentious tedium becomes. Uninteresting visuals and who-gives-a-shit exposition pave way to the cinematic equivalent of that dude nobody invited to the party who shows up on an eighth of shrooms and starts yelling at you about space, time and reality…
