I have stood here before inside the pouring rain, with the water
Sideways is…uncomfortable. At least for me. And, I suppose, to anyone who likes to close their eyes to reality and inhale a bouquet (sometimes a wine is just a wine, but not in this movie).
Is it about the male soul, or is it just about me? You be the judge when you see it, which you absolutely should do. All I know is that it is sorta kinda not fair that they made a movie about a failed writer whose possible/probable salvation is represented by Virginia Madsen.
I have had a huge crush on Madsen, as I may have mentioned, since roughly 1985. It ain’t fair to mess around in my dreams like that.
