One Bad Movie, Three Bad Fonts

The Friday Post.

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Closing my eyes to not see this. Photo: Screenshot.

I have never walked out of a movie. It is just childish, unnecessary to me: every movie is worth watching, if only to have something to think about. Good movies make me feel closer to God (and by God I mean Robert De Niro seeing Sharon Stone for the first time in Casino); bad movies offer a specific deliriousness that I love, too. But for the first time in my life, fifty-four seconds into Blonde, I said aloud: “No.”