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So, is this the fourth Harry Potter movie, or the fifth? It’s the sixth? Really, already? Ah, that’s the one where Harry goes to the magic school, which has yet another new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, right? And Harry fights the evil wizard?
If Noel Coward had written *Meet the Parents,* it might look something like this: witty and wise and totally lacking in poop jokes.
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
There’s nothing wrong with fantasy. Movies are fantasies. But I’m so tired of male fantasies constantly being catered to while female fantasies are all but ignored.
This triptypch of short flicks about the Japanese capital by non-Japanese filmmakers is wildly intriguing to me, as someone who has never been there but would like to visit — I wonder, though, how natives or familiar foreigners would parse the peculiarities of these disturbing urban fairy tales.
Summer of 1987. Oh, these kids are my temporal peeps.
Charming and tender and wisely funny…
Kitsch is cool in this sad, sweet, funny ode to being oneself, no matter how dorky oneself is.
I have such a huge girl crush on Amy Adams, it’s crazy.
Oh my goodness, I’ve been in love with Peter Davison for 25 years, and oh dear, I’ve just fallen in love with him all over again…
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