this time i was watching the directors commentary and greta gerwig has absolutely no idea who john cena is. she called him ‘john senna’ lmao good fa her
(i swear im just brushing up because we’re doing this movie for five shows on a bechdel cast tour and i am THOROUGH)
this movie is a xanax nightmare elisabeth has the day she's fired by dennis quaid over shrimp. she wakes up the next morning and starts applying to master's programs, asking around about ghostwriters, and looking up the prices of ranches in upstate new york. she lives another 35 years and starts a terrible wine brand and a terrible podcast. she is basically happy
saw the director’s cut in IMAX last night!
my gripes with it are consistent (bipolar causes you to murder suicide your entire family… are you *sure* you want to commit that to paper babe) but five years later, the annual viewing still hits. some lil thoughts:
-it’s amazing how will poulter is the hottest man on earth with his normal accent, and odious the second he plays an american.
-the director’s cut makes christian’s shittiness more explicit, and i prefer…