Was it delightful, cute, and charming? Absolutely. Did it make me think very hard? Not at all, and that’s fine.
Raising Dion truly has its foundation firmly fixed in the right place, and is telling us the right story about how to raise a hero.
You might think to yourself, as I did, ‘wow, that’s a helluva of a message go out on a limb for but a big one: regular ol’ humans are monsters all their own.’ That thought is never going to be revisited or justified in any meaningful way.
The issue is what Once Upon a Time in Hollywood culminates to in terms of a message and moral. Certainly, Inglourious Basterds culminates to a message we can all agree on: Nazis fucking suck.
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Who is she?
That’s what Walsh filled the stage with that night, all six foot four of him: he’s a superlative country-rock musician, through and through.
If you’re rich you get fancy candlelit dinners and grand speeches, if you’re poor you get to sing and dance.
Want the quick and dirty? This movie is fantastic. Go see it. Bring your friends. Those of you sticking around are going to get the treat of a one on one cage match between Booksmart and its spiritual predecessor, Superbad (2007).
I’m sitting very comfortably tied for first place in my Thrones mortality pool, although I’m…