There really isn't a whole bunch more I can say regarding my love for Richard Kelly's Donnie Darko at this point, but I attempted to spin my love for the film into a word-salad (using a word-salad-spinner, of course) over at The Film Experience this afternoon.
See, Nat's running through the decade that's about to have been, these here Aughts, and he's up to 2001 and when I think 2001 oh I could say something about The Royal Tenebaums or Mulholland Drive or In the Mood For Love or any other of the great cineaste achievements from that year but really I just wanna think about awesome late-80s worm-hole theories by Roberta Sparrow and scream, "Chut up!" at the world.
See, Nat's running through the decade that's about to have been, these here Aughts, and he's up to 2001 and when I think 2001 oh I could say something about The Royal Tenebaums or Mulholland Drive or In the Mood For Love or any other of the great cineaste achievements from that year but really I just wanna think about awesome late-80s worm-hole theories by Roberta Sparrow and scream, "Chut up!" at the world.
So I did. And I didn't even get around to the part
where Jake sticks his hands down his pants!
where Jake sticks his hands down his pants!
That's respectable me over there, see. Respectable!
Classy, and junk! Not like here where I just barf everywhere.
.Classy, and junk! Not like here where I just barf everywhere.
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