Time, mystical time, cutting me open, then healing me fine.
My dear column obsessors, I am here with yet another edition of Word on the Street (Westford’s Version), but with a familiar Lindsey movie-obsessed twist.
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Alright, well, you caught me. I found my workaholic self back within the four walls of the cinema, surrounded by the stench of stale buttered popcorn, for another well-anticipated movie night with my best friend, Linsey.
The victim of my addictive personality this month is a film written and directed by Kristoffer Borgli titled The Drama, starring Zendaya and Robert Pattinson.
This film is about a young couple about to be married. They are fine-tuning the last minute details of their wedding as they meet with both their best man and maid of honor, who, of course, are together themselves. It all seems picture perfect, the smart, empathetic, and sweet girl falling for the nerdy British boy she meets at a local coffee shop while reading an obscure novel.
Well, that all changes when they decide to play a little game of “what is the worst thing you have ever done?” Now, as the camera pans to Emma, played by Zendaya, the tone of the film switches to pure anxiety, adrenaline, and constant uneasiness as we learn what the worst thing Emma ALMOST did…
For the sake of not ruining another film, especially so early into the release cycle of this one, I will keep my bag of tricks close to my person and wait to expose them at a later date. But do not say I did not warn you. As I grabbed tighter at my jacket zipper and sipped my frozen blue icee, my green eyes open wider than a football field, I watched the madness unfold as layers of these characters crumbled in front of my very eyes.
Excellent flick.
So clearly, I had a great week. Sure, I cried a bunch, definitely was overly sassy at the office, threw an internal fit when there wasn’t almond milk in my latte, and let a curse word slip when I bashed my knee into the stool at home, but hey, I’m only a woman!
Catch ya on the other side!
