I might be misremembering the preview. Coleman and Cumberbatch were fighting, but it was supposed to be funny (?), and maybe they were trying to kill each other (??), and the more I type the more that sounds insane, so I'm probably misremembering it/conflating it with another mo
Oh, no, they were totally doing that. It's the second movie to be based on the novel, The War of the Roses. So if you watched that in the 1980s, it's that kind of thing.
Despite Regal having royally messed up the seating when they had to switch auditoriums (apparently, we were all supposed to psychically know we had to go to the customer service desk to figure out where our seats were, as no one told us, and this was a nearly sold-out show) and us having to sit closer to the front than usual because the assigned seats I had did not even exist (my movie buddy's okay with that, but she's also tall, and therefore does not get a neck crick), You Can See Everything was perhaps the biggest mindfuck I can remember seeing in a theatre. It did not feel like three hours. At all.
According to my husband who knows me very well, the whale movie is too gross for me to enjoy. Alas, because I do love a good whale/toxic masculinity metaphor.
So today's sermon at church centered around You Can See Everything. Talk about word of mouth.
What Would Happen If You Had Sex With a Wicker Dick? We discuss the advantages and disadvantages of Alexander Skarsgård’s appendage with a gynecologist.
The spirit of ita is alive and well in this thread I see.
The spirit of ita is alive and well in this thread I see.
It is indeed!
I dragged Paul out to You Can See Everything last night. It remains an impressive mindfuck that I love, but I swear, the best part was hearing the shocked gaps and, in one case, an audible "WHAT THE FUCK???" from the people who were seeing it for the first time.