Wil Reidie and the Honeymoon Campfire Potatoes
In celebration of my wife and burnt food
If a film is either remotely formulaic or has anything resembling one of Chekhov’s famous guns, my wife Silja will predict how it ends within the first 20 minutes. It’s a remarkable thing to see and entirely infuriating. I mean, I was so excited about her watching Soylent Green for the first time not …
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