Review: Big Fish.
A number of people told me I should see this movie. I have two things to say about it.
This is what I call a "punchline" movie. Like Napoleon Dynamite, I hated it until the last half hour. Then I said, "Oh this is good. I should have seen this coming." I'm not one to look ahead actually, I'm more in the moment.
I have to find a rating service that tells me when a film is rated F. That means there's a dying father involved, and it will make me cry.
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Indeed, I would also benefit from an "F" rating. I went to pieces watching Magnolia, and Field of dreams gets me every bloody tie, and it ain't because of the sad tale of the White Sox.
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