Picture me sitting on the couch knitting while watching this movie. Then picture me staring at the screen, mouth open, knitting forgotten as I become absorbed by what is going on. This happened four or five times, a surprise, as I didn’t think I would enjoy this movie as much as I did.
Bechdel score. Two women: nope.
The first ten minutes of this movie I had the following thoughts: 1)I’m glad I didn’t grow up in Queens, and 2) these guys are assholes. But then I got sucked into the story and ended up really enjoying the movie, though I have a sneaking suspicion I would find the whole thing juvenile if I watched it in five years. I’ve never understood the whole Shia LaBeouf thing before, but I get it now.
Bechdel score. Two women: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
poster from: http://www.impawards.com/2006/guide_to_recognizing_your_saints.html
