Marielle Heller faces awards season and seethes: “oh to be a white man who doesn’t even know he’s full of crap!”
Forgot to log this when I saw it and loved it in Toronto. Rewatching it was a pure joy - except for the cat, of course. Melissa and Richard are just gorgeous together and the whole thing is delicately pitched toward melancholy, despite the wit.
Shocked to discover there is allegedly some kind of downside to staying indoors obsessing over Lillian Hellman and Dorothy Parker, though.