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Don’t watch this.
Watch this: youtu.be/n38bf7c82Pc
Required for class. It took strong actors, an interesting premise and puts you to bed like a gummy melatonin with its poor script and basic cinematography. I wanna be cool about this because it’s a woman director, but watching this all the way through felt like they were trying to make me feel the 50 years it took these suffragettes to win.
Also: youtu.be/ED3SBJhawcA
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Utterly decimating.
Sheer Perfection.
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin‘
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
Emotional edging. An utter letdown of an ending. My friend and I were the only people under 50 in the theatre. Everyone was vocally upset at the ending, groans all around. An old woman in purple lipstick came over to lament that she hated how it turned out. Similarly an old man in a leather bomber, standing in the lobby waiting for his wife to come out of the restroom, hit us with a bewildered expression, “What happened in there, ladies? It was such a let down.” As if we were ambassadors of our age bracket, and could somehow extrude something that he in his advanced age could not. Bad is bad. Never have I collectively felt so yanked around. That’s not true. Cancelled flights are a group tug too.
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If you knew anyone in real life this sloppy, divorced from reality, and chronically drunk you’d want to keep a very wide berth. Even if he could afford to bail you out of a shoplifting incident at Bergdorf’s.
Dudley Moore’s Arthur is a grown man baby. He lives on a steady IV drip of alcohol, bird dogging with hookers, playing with toys, and fast cars. He’d be dead if not for his servant, best friend, and father figure he has in Hobson. Masterfully played by Sir John Gielgud, I cannot underscore enough how great his turn here was.
Arthur is forcefully betrothed to a perfectly beautiful, banal woman named Susan whom he can’t stand because she has no sense of humor. She pities him, though he truly is a piteous sort, it rankles Arthur who’s extreme wealth has buffeted him from growing up or taking on any kind of responsibility.
Along comes Linda, the polar opposite of his intended. She wears raincoats on days where there is no chance of rain, Ferrari merchandise even though she takes the bus everywhere. She isn’t impressed by money, and expects Arthur to be good... “BE BEST?”
This will they won’t they tale had me enjoying myself from start to finish, despite Arthur laughing like a hyena, and being a Grade A waste of space. The whole thing lightheartedly bubbles and simmers along, with the theme song by Burt Bacharach. I felt like I felt when I watched Harold and Maude for the first time. There is a dark and truthful undercurrent to this romantic comedy. This is a movie I know I will be able to come back to time and again like gin with an old friend.
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Loved it. Anyone else feel Arthur was Trump?!
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Yo, I don’t get Yorgos’ thing for animals. This was about abuse of power & the pitfalls of inbreeding. I like period pieces, and surrealism, A LOT. But, like, this wasn’t El Topo. It didn’t flow from scene to scene. Last act fell apart. And I was left feeling used. Don’t know if that was intended effect? In a surprising twist for Hollywood none of the male characters were flushed out enough! Made me want to watch Amadeus again? Shot out to all three females in this. They were all pretty great with Weisz and Colman doing much of the heavy lifting.
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To love clothes is to love life. You gotta love bodies in their myriad forms, fabric, drape, science, gobs of color, fantasy, fact, politics, weather, art, pushing boundaries. You must understand history, how things are now made with planned obsolescence in mind, that the fashion industry has a massive impact on climate change. She’s not a vapid clothes horse intent on making the world a place of unchallenging beauty. She’s a true artist and intellect that has been able to sway with the zeitgeist because her keen ion burns with the intensity of a crusty old punk show. She’s mad as a hatter in the best way possible. These fashion documentaries aren’t for anyone but the truly obsessed and nerdy. C’est la vie!
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Didn’t see that coming. Hot damn, their pickling game was unparalleled.
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You know what? This isn’t FUBU for me. That’s quite alright. I won’t diminish your enjoyment of it. I found it well made, the gang was all there, but soulless. Perhaps if the women had a more substantive role, there would’ve been some warmth? Warm mob movies. Maybe warmth is not the word I’m looking for. Brittle, it would have felt less brittle boned. I did learn some Hoffa facts, and The Cuban Missile Crisis mob involvement was interesting... My grandpa railed his whole long 92 year life about Kennedy having dead men vote. His milky cgi blue eyes irked me. An aside, I mis-googled the “Mob Royalty Italian Mayflower” Sciandra Family as Sciandri and found a winery in Napa.
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ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT:
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First and foremost I’m a horrible aesthete. So when I’m watching a film, I’m clocking the set design, the make-up, the costuming, the cinematography, editing, and soundtrack just as much, if not a smidgen more than actor’s ability, writing, and direction.
Deborah Kerr here seems to have apparated from a misty sea fog onto the decks for Mr. Gary Grant (I kid.) to fall for her impeccable posture, demure hands, and swift rebuttals to his playboy shtick. Swathed in soft chiffons at almost all times, extreme care has been taken to keep her in complimentary colors to an autumnal palette.
The characters seem to fall for each other instantaneously. Which, sure, lust is really real. But the fact that they then, in typical fashion for the time, agree they should be together for all time seems premature. They didn’t even sleep together! What if Gary’s horrible in bed?
The whole matter of him coming from money, but having none himself, yet being known for being an international playboy was v. strange.
For her, I understood why she didn’t want to be a bird in a cage, and why the “bad boy” was alluring. But besides being an ideal clothes hanger, having a charming singing voice, and being able to resist temptation... I didn’t see what she brought to the table.
This movie is beautiful to watch but given my modern understanding of life it’s a weird tale to swallow whole.
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Shot out to all the interior shots of The Galley. Have you ever seen a taxidermic puffer fish that’s a lamp? It’s a thing of wondrous ugly kitsch.
This was set up like a play with different acts, two narrators, scenes that start out with cavemen needing fire and end at the studio revealing sets. Big Short-ish. Cute.
I just deleted the last paragraph I typed where I inserted personal details about by life that made me wonder if my ennui is flavoring my tastes for media.
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Watched on Tuesday November 12, 2019.
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Watched on Sunday November 10, 2019.
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Watched on Sunday November 10, 2019.
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Watched on Saturday November 9, 2019.
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I’ll never get sick of this. The colors in this are so beautiful. I don’t know what all Polanski did or did not know when in that Jacuzzi, but like most problematic, powerful men at the time who had a hall ... he was v. talented. I’m a L.A. history nerd, a noir and murder mystery lover, add to that city planning? I’m DOA every time.
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Watched on Monday September 9, 2019.
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Watched on Tuesday September 10, 2019.
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Watched on Tuesday September 10, 2019.
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Did not shy away from his HOT MESS EXPRESS TENDENCIES. One of his wives, s Taylor, her self-esteem is noteworthy! She made the boldest statements regarding herself. And it was a revelation. She knew she was the shit, owned it, and didn’t feel apologetic about it. His tenacity of spirit, fight to come back to life were inspiring. Oh, and the music and clothing were pretty alright too. 😎🤣 Compared to the schizophrenic James Baldwin documentary that came out a year or two or three ? ago, this is masterclass.
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I can’t put my finger on it, but this sort of thing really floats my boat. Satire. Maybe it’s the mocking of nepotism in the form of a documentary, the lampooning of highbrow period pieces, the awkward humor. Whatever it is, it me.
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Love me a JUNGIAN reference.
Láska!
Mommy originally hails from the bay. Took her and my best gay to this, this afternoon. Alden cried 5 times and in the lobby afterward. We group hugged it out. And mom insisted we get ice cream to process. Even an old, icey-veined woman, such as myself, found herself sniveling, multiple times. The clothes were great. The cinematography was great. Sets were beautiful. The portrait of black artistry at odds with black toxic masculinity, pitch perfect. The pacing and length were off, I’d say it was too long by 15 or 20 minutes. I’ll probably have to see it again, to really pick it apart, but right now I’m just in awe. A24, I feel pandered too. I’m okay with it.
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Nerdfellows, your date will not put out if you take her to a 9:50pm showing of this on a school night. It actually was fascinating and atmospheric... it’s just a HARD ASK!
Do you like lesbians? In space? Orgy Scenes? Themes of religion, fucking, and media as an opiate-like distraction from your impending death? Does looking at footage of a seemingly IKEA Dave & Busters titilate you? Are you worried about Sweden’s racism? And their continued obsession with Nazism? Is a matriarchal society a possible solution to humanity’s desctructive urges?
It’s bleak as Bergman and as ravey as a Cleopatra 2525 episode.
Based off Sweden’s Nobel Laureate, Harry Martinson’s 1956 Epic Sci Fi Poem... Aniara, “The title comes from ancient Greek ἀνιαρός, "sad, despairing", plus special resonances that the sound "a" had for Martinson.”
I’ve been upset about life since Thursday.
AYE! So very many things to adore about McKay & Ferrell’s honest first stab at wokeness...
The lack of an actual black writer doing a read-through in pre-production shows.
Even 16 Candles had an Asian in it.
[email protected] if anyone d is reading this. Down to be a real live Ken Jeong for you.
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I watched this on mushrooms. Don’t the specific date. Know there was a lot of snot dripping from my nose, irritation with my friends involved, laughing until I cried, and the stove pulsated and talked to me about the true meaning of life while I was trying to avoid my friends. I also took a solo dolo nap where I was lucid dreaming and everything was blue colored and I rebirthed myself. The next day I felt GREAT. I don’t think it had anything to do with this whack ass movie. As I was irritated AF at having to acquiesce to watching it in the first place. Sorry for the years late review. Mea Culpa.
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K. I love botany. And period pieces. And I think I was on board all the way up until the part when they FINALLY start to make love and it turns into a bodice ripper novel cover//Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter commercial. I expected better from you, Mr. Rickman. Is he dead? This thing is called A Little Chaos. Their consummation should’ve been more... chaotic. Other working titles: A Little Tedium, English Restraint Blots Out The Sun.
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Another Mom & I special. I put on Pennies From Heaven, which thoroughly upset her to her core. Which, word, Steve Martin’s Arthur was a schmuck for real. I put this on because my mom studied Hindi, in a previous iteration of her life. Ever notice my name? Anyway, this was put on in a total effort to appease her. It worked. Although, women don’t get better treatment in this, either. Surprise. The animation was really bright and I thinking, I wish I was high. I don’t smoke pot, so instead I just slept. I’m pretty stressed with life right now. And am doing a lot of sleeping just to cope.
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Watched on Wednesday April 24, 2019.
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Watched on Wednesday April 24, 2019.
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Watched on Saturday April 13, 2019.
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My mom has leukemia. We are waiting to see if the mass that has appeared in her lung is cancerous, and then we get to see if it’s metastasized all over. I try to spend any spare time I can with her, because I’m acutely aware that we might not have much time left together. I made her listen to a podcast I enjoy, and through listening she itted that she doesn’t really get what all the fuss about Prince was all about. She said before he made it big, Mother Jones magazine did an expose on him, to hip their readers to this kid coming out of the town of Minneapolis! She said that she never bothered to listen to his stuff after reading the introduction to him!!! Anyway, I showed her the Charlie Murphy ‘Game Blouses’ Chapelle skit, then I rented this, and put it on ASAP. So, that’s what the prospect of being faced with the death of one of my favorite people does. Makes me want to show her crazy bananas movies, and explain Prince’s validity. Me, my 70 year old, wasting away, exhausted mommy, and THE KID.
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I love Orson Welles so much. So much. What does that have to do with this? Not much, except he's clearly drunk, reading off cue cards, and somehow phoning it in, while delivering it in Shakespearean monologue intonations. Matt Berry owes the entirety of TOAST OF LONDON to latter day Welles. Mwah. NJOI.
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Loved seeing my city this way! This was pretty legit, but also tough to watch someone that tone deaf and blind *ahem* to his own narcissistic pathos. when I asked for grit in regards to shitting? It’s here! And boy is it PRIMO.
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Can’t say that any of the under-undercover who’s zoomin who stuff really got me worked up. Feel like I’ve seen this mob plot a million times over. I did enjoy watching a bunch of real life bros basically hammy hammy salami sword fighting. Whalberg’s character took home the coveted green beer and soda bread prize. As awarded by me and my coterie of fucked up Irish ☘️ ancestors. I couldn’t sleep last night and watched this. I did keep checking the run time, like, K, when’s this popping off for real for real? There was so much hype around this 13 years ago. At this point, for me, this was totally nonessential viewing. But, hey! Whatever gets you through the night.
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Two most poignant moments
1.) When she reveals someone she documented called her addicted to her work.
2.) When her 10 year old son is grappling with worrying he won’t be exceptional in poetry form! LOL. And she ultimately its that the weight of both of her parents being Harvard graduates was what drove her to achieve.
This story unfolded in a haphazard way and touted the end of capitalism. Heady stuff, that could’ve been backed up by economists and other experts in the fall of civilizations. I think that instead she often opted for the visually grotesque. Did I need to see the woman addicted to plastic surgery ass up getting her jibbly bits slivered off? This often felt like a showcase of her work and an exercise in her building the map she’s placing her LEGACY on. Do you ever get the impression that sometimes people making films would benefit from seeing more films themselves??? I think she should watch Idiocracy and How to Make a Book With Steidl. Thank you, that is all.
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If you watch this as comedy, hooooboy, are you in for a treat. This lesser Fincher had me laughing a mile a minute. True gold. All the tech in this is delightfully outdated. This thing is 20 years old! Totally primed for a redoing. Alexa, are you Bezos listening?
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Welp, I've had more fun at a friend's dinner theater run at an Italian restaurant in the Valley. I read the Anne Rule book. Online. The book does an excellent job with the "WHY WAS HE THAT WAY?" It posits he was an incest baby. It also plots and tracks his kills over the years, and does a pretty magnificent of job showing how his compulsion to kill took over his life. How at the end, with the Chi Omega murders, he was rabid. This is not that. Ted is whisper bitching, breathily, cat and mousing into the tape recorder. Spliced with poor news footage, and snoozy interviews in a staged mid century house??? There is no dearth of people who could of punched out something, less route, and superfluous. Dear Netflix, hire people who actually like true crime. Love, A disappointed Murder Mystery Dinner Theater Lover.
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Some dumb shit recommended this at a dinner party. Ew. I don’t know what to say. I saw the Buzzfeed fallout from this... after this doc I’m still equally confounded. I’m 💯% not the target audience for this. I would never spend my money this way. Also? I legit when supermodels where transitioning from hawking Mickeys in green bikinis to selling garbage home wares on HSN. So. Yawn. 2 old. 🥴
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Work gives me Osteoporosis. This Film soothes my soul. And is an impeccable Blind Listen. Because Jazz. English Accents. G. Oldman. Have a dumb L.A.Story ‘bout him. Won’t tell it. Guess I should watch the 1979 version, all things considered?
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One of my mom’s best friends is a blind man. He was a lawyer, and in later life a teacher to blind high schoolers. He travels, watches (listens) to movies, music, sports, books.
I tell you this because I thought of him while I had an almost sleepless night. I put this on. And just listened to it.
I own this movie and have seen it countless times. I never laugh at it. This is not a funny movie. Howard Hawks did not like women. It’s not an enjoyable portrayal of love.
I do love Archibald Leach in mostly everything he’s done. And I similarly love Hepburn. Their acting, the beautiful cinematography, and the gorgeous clothing make this something I can put on, putter to, and not have to think too deeply about.
Last night as I blindly listened, trying valiantly to snooze, I thought about this being a progenitor of “A New Leaf.”
Will have to try simply listening to more movies. See what lint and change comes out of these old movies’ pockets!
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I tried to discuss in a fumbling fashion my enjoyment of this movie while sitting around a warm kitchen table with four of my closest friends.
They called me a degenerate, and asked me if anybody smashes their own penis ala Antichrist.
Anyway, see it or don’t. I feel fucked for loving it as much as I did.
It was so goddamn long he was able to do many many many homages to other films and works of art. I was ultimately wowed by its commentary on art, much more than the murder and violence, which in a bizarre way was secondary to the psychotic acid trip visual feast that this was.
Shrugs. Whaddya gonna do.
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Let it be known! Broadcast from a Fiddler’s Rooftop that I freaking geek for Dolly. I found out about this project before it was released because I was gurking to Dolly on Spotify.
By the cyborg soul of Zuckerberg, analytics, like minds technology, and Netfleez’s metrics this thing shoulda been lighting up my Christmas tree like a pinball machine. On paper, and real life application often fail to bridge the intangible gap.
This coming of age, Dolly Parton obsessive, hanging with weirdos, hating prom queens, chunky girls need love too, moms can be jerks, Aunts can save your life... could have been my biopic if you add a race component.
Boom boom bing bing. Pinball wizard. You coulda been speaking my language.
It’s sweet in parts. I guess I always wish for less Hallmark channel feels and more grit?
Like the time I went to ride horses with my prom queen friends and I had social anxiety, and didn’t want to use the tiny bathroom at the stables and held my urge to go to the bathroom for so long that I shit my jeans, and then had to go back to said prom queens house, and prepare for a sexy sexy coed dance party! With no change of clothes. And I was too embarrassed to ask for help. I threw out my underwear, scrubbed my jeans, and took a shower. But I could not wash the mortification off! I went to the party and stood against the wall and wanted to die.
That’s what DUMPlin’s missing. All the broad strokes are there. I’d like some tire streaks. Y’know?
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Everybody needs somebody.
But you can do better than him.
Can I Frankie?
I can see where most modern moviegoers would balk at the overacting.
Treat this film like theatre performance. Every moment may not be thrilling, but the vignettes or scenes with emotional truth contain searing validity. The kernels of truth pop. The way people play each other and themselves. IT’S ALL HERE!
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K. Fascinating topic. Heavy on the MyStErY and conjecture. Light on the science and facts. I loathe when a documentary does not show a key party throughout, then the Easter egg, or whatever, is, SURPRISE: HE DEAD.
Mental health is hugely taboo, not openly dealt with, nor is the fact that a many pronged holistic approach to healing from childhood, is honestly something most humans would benefit from. So many atrocities in day to day life can be attributed to the lack of proper care for our mentally ill population. Take my opinion with a grain of salt, I just see the unmedicated masses, walking wounded, and anesthetized on a daily basis at my job.
For god’s sake look at the obvious lack of nurturing Donald Trump received as a child, and the reign of terror diarrhea he showers down on us plebs on a daily basis.
True love goes a long way.
Anyway, you could see the survivors guilt and pain that the remaining twins had. I wish the people on the psychology side of this didn’t come off looking so damn twisted, masturbatory, and callous toward the implication of ripping apart family units. The disgusting, knowing smirk on the old woman who claimed to be on the periphery of the study. Meh.
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I actually laughed in this more than any other movie this year?
Have y’ heard Manson’s folk music? youtu.be/1ihTE5cxUCQ
Thoughts that happened while viewing:
Oh shit I hate noise music 🎶
Oh shit I love Prog
Verhoeven
Close Encounters
Return to Witch Mountain
Dogme 95
Gummo
The shine of skin that has been majorly burnt and then healed
Squeaky Fromme
Dennis Wilson
Jim Jones...
Jame Gumb
Iggy Pop
Bowie bathrobe
Shelly Duvall, Vermeer skin
“Laughing and crying you know it’s the same release”
I have a crush on Nicholas Cage?! Also, Jason Momoa. I need to re-evaluate my life.
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❤️Parveen Cage❤️
Alice cooper smeared mascara
Yeah, I don’t even mind the giant teeth caps.
Deliverance
Slack jawed cult member, Eric Trump...
More cowbell!
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Late to the game, as per Uuujshuwal. Don’t know how I managed to relate, or empathize to every character present, but, GOOD GAWD, GRETA, I did. Feels like she’s coming into her own as the Woody Allen of her generation. Minus the kink, emphasis on the pathos. Thank the universe for Saoirse Ronan! Anybody who can do this, and turn around and grand jeté her way into a stellar SNL performance gets my vote.
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Alden’s review is so much sweeter!
Watts, 1972. A large but humble church. Pucci, platform sandals, with socks. Sweat, tears. Amazing Grace is a tour de force in live concert films. And also the best selling gospel record of all time. I don’t know if such an accomplished singer would agree to the set today, and that makes it all the more special. The room is never quite full, there’s a moving quilt on top of the piano (Steinway). But there is also every shade of black, and afros, and furs, and perms. Thanks so much to the people that fought for this film to be released and to the estate of Aretha Franklin who greenlit the film after her ing.
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]]>- To Sir, with Love
- Fast Times at Ridgemont High
- Revenge of the Nerds
- Stand and Deliver
- The Miracle Worker
- Ferris Bueller's Day Off
- Animal House
- Real Genius
- Monsieur Ibrahim
- The Virgin Suicides
...plus 3 more. View the full list on Letterboxd.
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- A Room in Town
- A Single Girl
- A Woman Under the Influence
- Adoption
- After Hours
- Amarcord
- Band of Outsiders
- Children of Paradise
- Dear Diary
- Deep End
...plus 40 more. View the full list on Letterboxd.
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