Friday, September 12, 2014

Pray for the best

There must be a bar in Hollywood where movie directors meet up, right? And the following text is probably written on the mirror above the fancy men's room's lavatory: 'Unless you are either Martin Scorsese or Peter Jackson, do not make movies that are longer than two hours.' Dennis Villeneuve doesn't go to that bar. Prob'ly tea-slurper, him. Anyways, this could well have been squeezed into fuckin eighty minutes, the lenght only makes the fucker look tv-movish. Not that it was bad, not at all, just saying.

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