“Like so many unhappinesses, this one had begun with silence in the place of honest open talk.”
—Ira Levin, Rosemary’s Baby
“If you have to wait ‘til you’re 16 to date, everybody’s gonna think you’re weird.”
Oh Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Leece.
Tonight I strapped into a time machine and landed in golden 1990 where teenage girls make scrapbooks, own pink Polaroid cameras, wear pink scrunchies, and chat exclusively about wanting to be older so they can go out with boys. People leave voicemails on, like, answering machines. Lisa twirls her white phone cord just like I did at 14. And when…
You’re lost, and all you’ve got is a map of a place you’re not lost in. The city names don’t match the ones on the road signs. The directions don’t make sense. You think: Just a few more miles. The right exit will come. Aren’t we having a lovely drive?
How can you diagnose a broken compass? Well, see, it was working just fine, and then the needle started spazzing, and I figured, yes, this must be North. But what…
Dream Scenario in 2023 feels like watching Burnham's Inside circa ‘21. Relevant, self-aware, tongue-in-cheek social commentary I wonder if anyone will relate to 10 years from now besides those of us who experienced it. Kaufman’s influence infuses the narrative, but it’s more Donald than Charlie. A Nightmare on Elm Street meets Barbarian’s cancel culture beef.
Loved the first half, where it went, where it seemed to be going; and then it kicks and panics and shifts. Becomes a quippy bit you’d tell at parties about an idea you have for a movie that isn’t quite finished yet.