Swoon.

Toy Gandalfs.

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Uh oh. Batman’s crying.

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THIS.

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THIS.

The Vicious Kind

Have you ever had a film that feels like it encapsulates an entire range of emotions within you so perfectly? Not that you relate to one character or one thing about them, but that the entire film describes a part or parts of you so perfectly. This has only happened to me a few times. Once with The Shape of Things (Neil LaBute), My Life Without Me (Sarah Polley), The Royal Tenenbaums (duh, and Wes Anderson), The Virgin Suicides (Sofia Coppola), and now The Vicious Kind (Lee Toland Krieger). 

I connected with Adam Scott and Brittany Snow’s characters, like the film and their narrative was an extension of my being. Okay, I’ll stop being melodramatic now. Enjoy the pic spam.

For days and days.

I am going to spam the fuck out of this.