I fucking love watching other people’s food. Other people making it, other people eating it, Gordon Ramsay throwing it across the kitchen — whatever I’m watching, I’m here for it.
Gucci found its political voice.
I am not hopeless; I am hopeful.
Vanessa Carlton refuses to slow down.
Larraín’s film meditates on the methods by which history is made, by which men and women of flesh and blood become figures of paper and ink.
There was a type of refreshing freedom and adolescence that came with it.
It’s weird. It’s creepy. And, by God, is it long.
“I don’t think I would call it a political play. What I think it does so well is it presents this issue and it allows the audience to think for themselves about it. It doesn’t have a spin, it doesn’t have an idea about abortions that says: ‘Okay this is what we think, what do you think?’ You can decide for yourself.”