I saw Little Ashes yesterday…

It’s a sort of fictional take on the intense relationship between Salvador Dalí and his “best friend” Fredrico Garcia Lorca. It was a little too close to home to enjoy it. Perhaps I would’ve enjoyed it more if it didn’t have such crappy editing.

It also did this thing that I HATE in movies… where it takes place in another country but the actors speak English… in the accent of that country. I instantly can’t take a movie seriously when it does that. I think that’s why I didn’t like the Reader.

This was the first feature film I have seen that isn’t a porno that features a shot of a woman’s anus. ¡MAGNIFICO!