Every time Marnie's driving in her car, she's listening to Beyonce. See more »
When Zipper gives Marnie a ride on his Harley, they leave Du-Par's Restaurant in the Fairfax neighborhood heading north on Fairfax, then in the next shot are shown going north on Van Nuys Blvd. crossing Magnolia Blvd., which is over ten miles north in the San Fernando Valley. After that brief shot, they are shown sitting on a bench south of the Santa Monica Pier. Santa Monica is nearly due west of the Fairfax area. Unless the BMW dealership in Sherman Oaks paid for a product placement, there's no reason for them to have gone so far north. See more »
I thought you gave up smoking.
Cigarettes. You said this was better.
I said it was okay after your father died when your stomach hurt.
Well, it's after my father died and my stomach hurts.
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My darling wife, beloved as she may be, has one slight imperfection. Genetics has cursed her with a bladder about the size of a grape, or maybe a walnut at the most. Frequent movie goers that we are, we've perfected the drill. When (not if) she heads out to the restroom, I make note of where the plot was. Upon her return, I whisper into her ear what she missed, and generally throw in a little kiss, too.
This was the first movie where upon her return, she didn't ask what she missed. We both knew before she left that she wouldn't miss anything. For the whole movie, not much happened. Just a lot of ploddingness, talk about feelings, and perhaps two chuckles.
The trailer looked good, but it had all the funny bits. A great cast was wasted on this ho hum mess. I kept waiting for the movie to get better, but it never did. If only my watch had a turboboost option...
On the bright side, if you have a nanobladder, this may be the perfect movie for you.
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