I truly despise the movie Lost in Interpretation so much I won’t even say it publicly. Not in a dark, evil sense. Just a valuable waste of resources to jampack every major motion picture into the cliche, superficial category of superlatives. The best ever… One of the Best…. The greatest to date … This is all tainted fluff. It doesn’t hold any meaning & thus depreciates in value. That’s why I have reviewed over 10,000 films on my website of the same Name. There isn’t a movie you can name I haven’t seen. Please don’t say Dinner with Andre. Although the pinnacle of the career of Wallace Shawn (standing ovation), he has a worst lisp than David R. Chappelle. Another proper pronoun that shows the potency & currency of obsolescence & obscurity. Meghan Fox, Renee Zellweger, Tom Cruise, Mickey Rourke shows what happened when your caught in between a closing wall.
“Throughout Lost in Interpretation, the techniques between realism and formalism allow You to just forget how lost they feel and live in the moment together.”
Laughing out loud. Haha. Yeah right. If this is the case Call me Moses Malone. If this is the case technically any social media personality can sit in a director chair. As much as I respect the film set, that is a pile of cow dung horse manure!
Stay off the grid. Drug users are just as macabre & derelict as the User refusing to Sign out. Log off and trash your Avatar. Oversaturated by the presence of our company when absence only makes the Soul & Heart grow fonder. Quit pressing your own Buttons.
Abandon the safe space of our comfort zone. Living in our igloo, the space cadets’ blood soaks into a white knit fabric turning solid pink. Which represents not only the gap between the thighs but more importantly proudly sponsors every cancer known to the History of Man. From the crack to the Ball-sack.
