It's like if Synechdoche, New York was much more unbridled and manic and had a big dance number at the end.... I love it
This film jogged a memory.
The first time I ever heard my dad say the word fuck was when I had a Furby which had crossed that line into unpredictable insanity that all Furbies do eventually. It wouldn’t shut up unless it was left completely undisturbed. Our plan was to carefully lift it onto a high bookshelf and let that be its final resting place. However my father picked it up by the teal scruff on the top of its…