last time I walked out of a theater that shell-shocked was after Children of Men.

What a vibrant movie. The humor, the characters, the scenery...it feels like every last line of script and shot is serving a purpose.

If I had one minor gripe, I can't figure out why Left Eye hooked up with the Asian dude...that doesn't really turn to anything, unless Cash's refusal to know who she hooked up with is to signify he's matured.


You can marinate on the details of this thing for hours, I sure have:

- The white telemarketing manager with the face tattoos. He still gets the title of "manager" with those awful tattoos on his face, surely a black guy would not.

- Left Eye using her own British white lady voice in the art gallery, a reminder that even the most earnest and idealistic artists have to eat the shit sometimes.

- The walls of Cash's apartment being floor to ceiling windows, as if he's living in an exhibit


I can't wait to see this again