anxiously awaiting auteur nancy meyer’s addition to sterile gay relationship canon, possibly a love story between two 65 y/o female retired interior designers who realize their sexuality for the first time when a remote, humble beach mansion is double booked for the week & they’re forced to spend their vacations occupying the same well lit space in their similarly hued turtlenecks.
i hate everything inside me that compelled me to watch this, love & support zoe kazan though. josh radnor has never once played a bearable character, any ounce of self awareness he gains makes him more repulsive. i think it’s the continued existence of these josh characters. most notably seen last year in brad’s status.
i’m allergic to these woody allen derivative Male anxiety screenplays that pride themselves on their self awareness & yet are still written. women have been doing emotional…
kylo's spotify year wrapped
car seat headrest
creep by radiohead
i hate everything about you by three days grace
not what i needed by car seat headrest
scars by papa roach
the sound of silence by simon & garfunkel
this is maybe the best star wars *finale*, unearned by the first 2 acts.