Vicky Christina Barcelona
Sorry, I just don’t care about anybody in VICKY CHRISTINA BARCELONA.
Look, I’ve got a wife, two jobs, three kids, a dog, a house, and the very real possibility of an airline furlough on the horizon. I find it difficult to get lost in the problems of wealthy young people with worthless educations and too many options.
The feckless rich girl must leave the wealthy artist’s household because of her restlessness? Frak you.
The wealthy artist is locked in a destructive relationship with the crazy lady? Frak you.
The aimless rich girl must choose between the wealthy artist and the wealthy banker? Frak you and enjoy his bonus check.
I mean, hey, I’m all for the glamorous rich. I love it when they dance around in Fred Astaire movies or banter with Groucho. But I just don’t have time for the sun-drenched parasites in this movie.
Next.
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