I hate to be your favorite YouTube commenter, but NO WAY. Nope. Once she got to the part about putting them in baskets and on rainbows, I had to stop believing that an MBA grad from Villanova would understand so little about marketing.
I appreciate your comment and I also liked the movie. I wasn't fishing for upvotes in my lame #dadjoke of a comment, but I also think that these threads--even before the voting system--was never a place for serious critical analysis. (Keep in mind this is coming from someone who comments once every couple months these days.) When it happens here, it happens organically. And commenting about the nature of the comments, even after just a dozen of them (before the thread is even warmed up), is actually counterproductive.
What I'm saying is, maybe you should have just posted your second comment and seen where it went before criticizing.
I keep waiting for something to happen. Something to pass in front of the window. Then I realize two things: nothing will. And I'm jealous of your window.
This pair of comments is exactly why I like watching college basketball instead of the NBA. Playing as a team, setups, assists, rebounds. *Everyone* (get it) contributes.
Too right. If those are baggy mom jeans, I've got some serious wardrobe examination to do.
After that I can go nail down the melody to "Can I Borrow a Feeling?"
I read an interview today with the guy who played the chemist and he said two things about the top: 1) He clearly hears a wobble as the screen cuts to black. And 2) it's less important what the top does than it is that Cobb walks away from it without registering what it does. It signifies that he's free of the obsession.
"Not enough pretty girls." --Steve Winwood
I'm pretty sure you don't know what "contrived" means. It's a movie about people entering each other's dreams.
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