Postcards from the Edge is acerbic, self-aware, and stacked with such a f******g insane cast that it’s worth the watch on performances alone. The pacing drifts on and off, occasionally feeling a little meandering, but the film’s emotional honesty and lived-in quality make that looseness feel intentional rather than distracting.

What really works is the tone. Fisher’s writing balances Hollywood satire, addiction, and mother-daughter dysfunction with a kind of bruised wit that somehow becomes comforting despite the subject matter. Streep…

Pleasantly (however mildly) surprised. Serviceable as a sequel. That being said, some elements of the story and choices the characters made were just completely cartoonish. Also the entire shroud of thematic contradiction of the whole “corporate greed is bad xyz” while the entire film itself acts as a titanic vessel for branding engagements and IRL marketing activations. 

Not sure what it says about a movie if one grades it on the degree of not-terrible against how terrible one thought it…

The movie equivalent of a circus peanut. Made entirely of sugar, formed to look like something it’s not, colored to look like something it’s not, only to taste like something completely different altogether and will ultimately give you an upset stomach. 

Would be so much more interesting of a movie if it wasn’t so stylistically forced, so many choices reach for better period-style juxtaposed films (Marie Antoinette, Poor Things) but fail to rise above a high school theater production. The…