I more than half-liked Jesse Peretz‘s Juliet, Naked after catching it yesterday afternoon, and I loved the ending to death. But for reasons best not explained or not fully understood, I couldn’t bring myself to write about it, and I mean not even a tweet. It didn’t really arouse or provoke me except in the matter of Ethan Hawke‘s pudgebod graybeard appearance and atrociously ill-chosen wardrobe (a blind man visits Goodwill).
Seeing Susan Lacy’s Jane Fonda in Five Acts at 9 am, and then Matt Tyrnauer’s Studio 54 at 11:30 am, and Debra Granik’s Leave No Trace at 3 pm. The finale will either be Rupert Everett‘s Oscar Wilde film, The Happy Prince, at 9 pm, or Lynne Ramsay‘s You Were Never Really Here at 8:30 pm, which I already have a ticket for.
