Straw Dogs (trailer)
Fantastic. A thriller about the ownership of a woman.
Fantastic. A thriller about the ownership of a woman.
Of course, we have no power to ban anyone, and we’re not even calling for anyone to actually be banned. We’re just daydreaming about those people we’d like to think could no longer enjoy their fame and fortune.
Who knows what mysteries a shopping bag from Borough Market might contain…
Can you feel it? The nothingness? Cuz I sure can.
It’s entirely possible that nothing that happens after the first twenty minutes or so is taking place anywhere outside the protagonist’s head. But that’s not a really satisfying out for what is an equally intriguing and frustrating cinematic experience…
Well, Yoda doesn’t quite sing it. That would be supercool. But I appreciate the sentiment anyway.
I knew their meddling time-traveler ways would catch up with them eventually…
Let me get this straight: we’re supposed to cheer on a spoiled, overprivileged private-school brat when he gets coddled and overindulged yet again?
I can’t tell who is supposed to be the good guy here, and who is supposed to be the bad guy.
Perhaps little Anakin could be de-whined somehow?