saw this movie last night and it actually pains me that more people arent aware of this film (little to no marketing tbh) bc this movie was FUCKING HILARIOUS. The writing & ACTING was INCREDIBLE. Nothing else but 4 actors in an apartment W/S tier acting & writing it was BRILLIANT
The Taco Bell finger pointing is a psyop to redirect attention from the real culprit, the deregulation and lack of oversight in our food supply. pass it along and live más comrade
parasites in our vegetables, data centers poisoning the water, flock cameras being built on every block, ICE agents killing people left and right… fuck donald trump and anyone who voted for him
it's crazy how Barb & Star go to Vista Del Mar is one of the funniest movies ever made and only four and a half people on God's green earth have seen it
I am still thinking about some of the faces and noises Olivia Wilde made in The Invite. She is the MVP of that movie, which is saying a lot because all four of them are so good.
I simply can’t not stress enough how incredible The Invite really is. Olivia Wilde should take 100+ bows because wow, directed with so much confidence and skill that does not hold back. The film lets four incredibly talented actors do their thing for 107 minutes.
No shade I don’t even know how you make this read lmao. Like the second the rape scene hit it was crystal clear that he was the villain and it was made glaringly obvious multiple times after like?
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
This is …. And I don’t say this lightly…. The single greatest piece of writing I have ever seen in my life
The Japanese have discovered unlimited chips & salsa and it’s beautiful