Despite gagging down excessive amounts of Emergen-C, I have started to come down with the seasonal cold. Ho ho ho, Merry Sore Throat and Stuffiness. Indeed. Instead of venturing out to conquer the world, I shifted focus to conquering everything Netflix suggested to me on this day. And critique them, through a medicated haze.
^ Why not just let Bette Midler do all the singing?
Why make Diane Keaton and Goldie Hawn lip sync uncomfortably in the end?
Damn, I gotta start striking up conversations with strangers more often. ^
^ Wait, why did I leave New York to watch a movie about Tokyo?
Also, if the guy you love begs you go to to Shanghai, and you want to go to Shanghai, GO TO SHANGHAI!
This movie gives a terrifying glimpse at my own future at 30. ^
Also, if the guy you love begs you to go to Paris, and you want to go to Paris, GO TO PARIS!
^ This movie gives a terrifying glimpse at my own future at 50.
Also, my roommate and I are now resolved to attend Burlesque classes starting in the new year.
^ Don't even try.
By the time you figure out what's happening, this movie will be over.