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Count those whom you like and who are involved in this. Two? Really? I don't believe you. I'd say five to seven is the ideal amount, for each has little screen time - except the leads. What do you know. No, never mind the ideal amount. Of course this is enjoyable if you already have a relationship with even some of these people. Very much so. And who hasn't a relationship with Chris Walken? It is also loose and random, and, alas, a bit frustrating, but so much for the adjectives, now.
I liked the whole jumping around choreography. It was nice, unless I'm mistaken.
Oh, and the Coens. It is certainly not a given that he who likes them will like this. Theirs is a hand (well, four) far more competent than Turturro's, and, uh... The pencil, too.
Oh, and the language. It will certainly cause some rage among the sensitive ones, but crikey, what dudn't these days? Marshmallows, I suppose. They're nice to everybody.
Count those whom you like and who are involved in this. Two? Really? I don't believe you. I'd say five to seven is the ideal amount, for each has little screen time - except the leads. What do you know. No, never mind the ideal amount. Of course this is enjoyable if you already have a relationship with even some of these people. Very much so. And who hasn't a relationship with Chris Walken? It is also loose and random, and, alas, a bit frustrating, but so much for the adjectives, now.
I liked the whole jumping around choreography. It was nice, unless I'm mistaken.
Oh, and the Coens. It is certainly not a given that he who likes them will like this. Theirs is a hand (well, four) far more competent than Turturro's, and, uh... The pencil, too.
Oh, and the language. It will certainly cause some rage among the sensitive ones, but crikey, what dudn't these days? Marshmallows, I suppose. They're nice to everybody.
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