What plagues my mind through this movie is the absolute reconstruction of early 50's sets, humans and behaviors. Awk! A masterpiece of reconstruction this is. Frumpy, bored, gawky, clumsy, coarse, thick, ignorant, self-absorbed creatures plod through the authentic interiors and exteriors as if trapped in the penultimate sociological horror movie. Night of the Living Dead, meet Leave it to Beaver.
This movie magnetized me!
That haircut: repulsion / attraction. You can't look away and you can't help but laugh in recognition. (Come on, somebody! Invent rock and roll and hurry it up!) This film is like "Pleasantville" turned to "Unpleasantville" and instead of color breaking out the black and white just gets more intense.
Did Frances McDormand win the Oscar yet? Let's just send her a truckload of them and get it over with.
This movie magnetized me!
That haircut: repulsion / attraction. You can't look away and you can't help but laugh in recognition. (Come on, somebody! Invent rock and roll and hurry it up!) This film is like "Pleasantville" turned to "Unpleasantville" and instead of color breaking out the black and white just gets more intense.
Did Frances McDormand win the Oscar yet? Let's just send her a truckload of them and get it over with.