yeah so i wasn't too fond of this. sarah polley slays as a director (we know this) but her writing is just so lacking to me here. i honestly feel like this could've been a solid stage play, that, or it should've just stayed a book. but rooney mara slayed as she always does, jessie buckley and claire foy surprised the absolute shit out of me, and dammit, i wanted more frances!
would've given it an actual, honest star-rating, but…
delightful, just so so delightful. all the moments written, directed, and subsequently played so right. hilarious and charming cast - and what a warm, fairly sizable, and incredibly receptive audience i got to see it with too! everything was just tender and sweet and raw, ah!
just a big breath of fresh air. so needed, SO needed.
future interviewer: so back in 2018 you said, and i quote, ‘billy crudup is so hot , i want him to bend me over a 7/11 bathroom sink and do origami with my guts'. can you elaborate on that?
