Spitball Army

Mom’s film review: The people who work there are so nice. I forgot my sweater. The popcorn was salty. Is Tom Hanks from Boston?

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I dreamed I was in a boat on a river, passing tangerine trees under marmalade skies, eating yellow matter custard with blistered fingers.

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I dreamed that I was falling the six feet from the top of the monkey bars to the sand below, and that I never hit the ground.

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Seen The Purge? What I thought was going to be a dystopian horror/thriller/action flick turned out to be a socio-political satire. I think?

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A co-worker used the word “agreeance.” I laughed, explained its non-wordness (also not a word). He hadn’t heard of Fred Durst, either.

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Bogie leads rag-tag crew of Allies across the desert and against a band of archetypal Nazis. Perfect Saturday matinee movie. Features such delightful current-day politically-incorrect lines as “He killed the Heinie!”

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Everyone refers to Edward G. Robinson as “Boss,” and Edward G. refers to himself in the third, as “Marko.”

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Unexpected mix of murder, mental imbalance & maternal loyalty. Filmed with arresting visual style. Disturbing, fascinating.

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I dreamed that I looked down at my hands and saw piano keys instead of fingers. I was clumsy and noisy and still couldn’t sing in key.

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More-violent-than-expected Bergman, but bleak as ever. Definite dystopian parent to Children of Men, minus the plot.

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