Do not drop anchor here, understand?
This movie meant the world to me some twenty years ago, when I was not quite a teenager. It made me feel seen, told me I wasn’t alone, that other people felt *it* too. I don’t know how many times I watched it, but so many moments of the film felt like pieces of a life that I could have lived. That I did live. I was those girls. I walked those halls. Lost.…
I want a movie about her sister. Every word out of that chick's mouth was pure poetry. Actually, for that matter, the whole family was perfect. The scene when she's miserable, not long before she's due, and it's late at night, and her dad just holds her. I felt that. Her mom, just... man, there are no words... That's the way to do supporting characters. It's been a long, long, long time since I've seen a film with this solid…
Let’s be real. Charlize and Natasha should’ve run off together and forgotten about them boys.
Also, I gotta get me one of them Robosaurus things.
(An hour and a half with those accents, and now I’m from Arkansas. Yeehaw.)
Now, I ain't sayin' nuthin... but the noise Stanwyck makes when one of her fellow inmates says that another girl likes to "wrestle..." well, that noise sure didn't sound like disapproval to me... but I ain't sayin' nuthin...
Highlights: the banter between Stanwyck and the detective that puts her away, at the beginning and end of the film; the tracking shot of the ladies in their cells; the song that Lillian Roth sings; a character named Mustard.
