Watched Whitney, the autobiography about a sad, ill-fated singer/actress, that makes you really glad you're not even remotely talented in any sense,
and First Man, a two hour 20 minutes pic about Neil Armstrong, who was - albeit magnificently shot - such a depressing fucking downer, so passive (how those two managed to bang up three children is beyond me) and at times intently miserable, I kid you not, I had to go home and watch
Baywatch just to feel a need to live again. Fucking Baywatch. It was the furthest I could find from First Man.
and First Man, a two hour 20 minutes pic about Neil Armstrong, who was - albeit magnificently shot - such a depressing fucking downer, so passive (how those two managed to bang up three children is beyond me) and at times intently miserable, I kid you not, I had to go home and watch
Baywatch just to feel a need to live again. Fucking Baywatch. It was the furthest I could find from First Man.
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