me and you and everyone we know. not a bad movie. not the best movie i've ever seen. i guess it was supposed to be poignant. i don't know. movies that are supposed to be like that rarely make me think, "wow. that was a life changing event." the one lady was psycho. how she ever got the guy, i'll never know. the little kid was cute. he starts talking to this woman online (and he's like 6, by the way.) she asks, "are you touching yourself?" and he looks down at his hands at the keyboard, his thumbings touching, and says, "yes." that was pretty funny.
there was a part where a goldfish died. that disturbed me.
but no. like i said, it wasn't horrible. miranda july didn't know a half bad job. it was just one of those indie movies. indie movies you have to be in the mood for, you can't just watch whenever. you have to be thinking, "hey, i'm feeling fairly intelligent tonight, why don't i try a movie that nobody understands and dissect it piece by piece?'
or something like that.
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