Paul Giametti and Rosamund Pike in Barney’s Version (2010).
The studied character performances truly brought this film to life. It’s the kind of movie where you don’t hate even the bastard double-crossing druggie best friend because the illusion and the build-ups make you believe that you can understand. And I can only hope to be as graceful and eloquent as a Miriam Grant someday.
Oh no, another old-couple story to mix up my future-spanning visualizations. This should stop or else I’ll get all these expectations of tragic melancholy when I’m 80. Would that be a bad thing?