The action is the dialogue.

The dialogue is the action.

Kevin Finnerty’s MY DATE WITH THE PRESIDENT’S DAUGHTER.

I walked out on a job back in November. Constantine was the manager’s favorite film, something I learned during a conversation in which he also professed fervent belief in spirits and demons (seemingly unrelated to any religious affiliation). He sucked, the job sucked, and this movie sucked.

Many movies have been colloquially dubbed “Joker For Women,” but this is the only one that actually earns the title. She’s a star. She’s a star, she’s a star, she’s a star. She is a big, bright, shining star.

This happened to my buddy 2020.