I Can’t Worry Any More, Darling
How does the old saying go? A lie can travel around the world and back again while Harry Styles’ saliva is still lacing up its lil boots?
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After worrying darling, and the worrying not ever stopping, I have reached my final form: I cannot worry any more darling. There is no more worrying to be done. The frown lines that are beginning to form from all the worrying I’ve done up ‘till now: I cannot afford all this worrying darling. There will be no more worrying from me. Or, at least, no more worrying until the movie comes out on September 23.
The last time we talked about this, it was a few words on the Harry Styles accent that would even have Dick Van Dyke going into hiding, and the glee of Olivia Wilde explaining to Maggie Gyllenhaal what an incel is. The Venice Film Festival, where DWD screened (out of competition) this week, has been a cascade of moments that would have me worrying, darli…
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