Thank you Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain. For everything!

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Thank you Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain. For everything!
Jarmusch hanging out in those long stretched out moments in between the typical Hollywood dialog.
And. Winona.
Play me like a fiddle, rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed, you sappy Disneyesque swing-for-the-bleachers small-town-trap escape story. You nailed it, baby Jake. Viva la rockets!
I found my militant feminist movie last night, after Hustlers failed hard to deliver on every level. Damn, some intense manhating. Good stuff, hahaha. Carey Mulligan continues to steal my heart.
About as dark as I Care A Lot, but with a solid theme: men are disgusting lustful gluttons.
Another retro ensemble making me happy. Has my fave girls from Person of Interest (Taraji Penda Henson) AND Black Monday (Regina Hall). And Kevin Hart tearing it up. Silly romcom but never slows down. Hey there’s J. B. Smoove, too!
My obsession with old ensemble movies with killer casts continues… This melancholy gem captured the depth of a host of unique female characters across half a dozen intermingled story lines. Cameron Diaz and Calista Flockhart brought their A games, as Holly Hunter always does.
Two of my favorites bring it home. Common and Ana de Armas are in it, too.
Rosamund Pike, Keira Knightley and Carey Mulligan in the same frame, acting side by side? Yes please. Not to mention Judy Dench at her most wicked best, world-class Donald Sutherland, Talulah Riley of Westwood fame, and Tom Hollander, the quintessentially damaged supporting actor. Great cast executing a classic story.
A bracing still life of moments between a dad struggling to use humor to connect with his daughter, and the daughter caught up in the priorities of “success”. Sometimes it’s heavy work finding the lightness of being.
Picked up on a few more Coen gems recently:
Such good fun, from Tom Waits yelling “you measly skunk!” to Cameron Diaz’s ridiculous drawl to Brad Pitt crazy jamming to his Walkman drinking Jamba Juice…