5/19: Calling it a night with an hour to go. An intensely delirious film.

I am trying to find the post with a big grinning picture of Esai Morales saying something like, “The Domino’s Pizza Tracker, Ethan. It learns from your hunger—anticipates it. It knows your choice of toppings before you even open the app.”

If I was forced to choose an evil electronic Entity to take over the world, it might as well be Domino’s.

5/20: The rest of the film. Vanessa Kirby is a treasure!

Champagne Truffles.
Note:—Truffles rooted up from the soil by hogs—A delicacy for pigs and gentlemen.

Fool! Adolphe Menjou toots as he pleases!

Some absolutely genius Chaplin touches like Jean giving Marie a cloth napkin with a huge hole in it—but she places her cup and saucer over the hole so she doesn’t notice. But the pair start as such bland types and their moves to Paris don’t contain any real self-discovery.

Paul Newman is murdered by robots.

“We are going to have famously stable actor Robert Downey Jr. tie you up and point a gun at you and it’s only going to be a DVD extra.”