do i seem like i'm in therapy?
Today's blog entry is brought to you by the number four and the words che and pussy , if you'll forgive some crudeness and poetry. A couple not so serious things before I move on to Before Midnight . Except isn't all discussion of film serious, really? I kid (but I don't). Plus, I just livetweeted through two other movies ( Final Girl (sucked) and The Final Girls (awesome)), so I'm 1) maybe running out of words (as if that would happen) and 2) I might be prone to short bursts because, well, Twitter. First an aside: I like Jesse's answer about the end of his book. "It's a good test, right? If you're a romantic or a cynic." There's not supposed to be an answer. At least prior to the existence of Before Sunset . The end of the movie is a note of hope at the tail end of a story that talked remarkably often about death while operating upon our notions about love and romance. But, whether we think that hope means Jesse and/or Celine will s...