I’ve been in a movie lull lately. Everything has either bored me or angered me or just plain had no effect on me. Either I’ve been watching too much X-Files and expect aliens to pop out around every corner, or movies just suck, let’s face it. But this afternoon - after a productive morning of shopping for shoes - I decided to watch Friends With Kids, written and directed by Jennifer Westfeldt. It’s a really fabulous little movie starring Adam Scott, Westfeldt, and half the cast of Bridesmaids. The characters were fucking REAL: they were sympathetic and annoying and completely self-absorbed and tragic. 
I also just read an article affirming rumors that the fifth season premiere of Parks & Rec will be filmed on location in D.C., WHERE I WILL BE THIS FALL HOLY SHIT, so it was also a great prelude to Adam Scott becoming my husband.

I’ve been in a movie lull lately. Everything has either bored me or angered me or just plain had no effect on me. Either I’ve been watching too much X-Files and expect aliens to pop out around every corner, or movies just suck, let’s face it. But this afternoon - after a productive morning of shopping for shoes - I decided to watch Friends With Kids, written and directed by Jennifer Westfeldt. It’s a really fabulous little movie starring Adam Scott, Westfeldt, and half the cast of Bridesmaids. The characters were fucking REAL: they were sympathetic and annoying and completely self-absorbed and tragic. 

I also just read an article affirming rumors that the fifth season premiere of Parks & Rec will be filmed on location in D.C., WHERE I WILL BE THIS FALL HOLY SHIT, so it was also a great prelude to Adam Scott becoming my husband.