Aidan Darr

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. I am a grown ass man, I am an adult who has had multiple jobs. I have been through heartbreak. I have dealt with betrayal. I have been on the brink of death. None of what I just listed EVEN COME CLOSE to the way this movie made me feel. Ryan Gosling: you gorgeous fucking man; the fact that you were alone for most of this movie and still had the chokehold you had on me is ridiculous. One of if not the best performance you have put on and I really resonated with this super autistic (yet charming) weirdo you were playing. I wanna let you know you have my vote for the next Oscar’s. NOW let’s get to the real nitty gritty: I CRIED REAL TEARS OVER A CGI ROCK. Rocky is the best companion and supporting actor I have ever seen in my extensive filmography. This guy. This fucking guy. How does a cgi rock have more emotion in one movie than Jared Leto has in all 1 billion of his movies (minus Requiem for a Dream). The ending caught me super off guard but in a good way. I really can’t put this movie into words. I can’t. You HAVE to go see it. I saw this movie with my best friend and he turned to me and said “I was holding back tears a few times l”, keep in mind he’s a big ginger lumberjack looking motherfucker and he even said that. Watch the movie, don’t smoke before, don’t drink before, just you and a big bucket of popcorn. FUCK.

2 years ago, if you asked me to go see a movie starring Timothy Chalamet I would have told you to go fuck yourself because I am admittedly a jealous prick. Dune was great he did fine, his performance in Beautiful Boy kind of made me hate him less, and The King was what got me to start sliding off the fence. But Marty fucking Supreme? Where do I even start? The grass was greener when I woke up this morning, the birds were singing Sinatra, I went for a fucking run today which I hate. I walked into my local dicks sporting goods about 2 hours ago and tried to negotiate a brand new ping pong table in exchange for my dog I’ve had singe freshman year of college; the dumb fuck in his little green polo could not see the vision. If you’re looking to be a better person: go to your local theatre, pop an edible, get an icee and some sour patch watermelon, and let Marty touch you in ways you’ve never been touched.