Haunting expose of the no fap lifestyle.
There's something uncomfortable about watching multi-millionaires pretend to be poor in front of real poor people. Mixing phony tragedy with accounts of real tragedy creates a weird imbalance. Everything with Frances McDormand feels put on in comparison. Not to mention, the two acting styles never align.
The thing that McDormand’s character cares most about is a couple of ceramic plates. I don’t know if I’ve ever met someone this boring, but I’ll keep my eye out.
Not sure homelessness is…
I didn't know a bundle of reeds could be used as a flotation device– should get me out of a few sticky situations in the future.
Great to watch a hyper-expressive film from a time period before style was so self-reflexive. There's a sincerity to its bizarre set-design, surreal special effects, and quaint miniatures that's missing from movies that use similar techniques today.
Overall, makes dates look fun. Another Hollywood yarn.