Movies, By Nature, Are Not Subjective, They're

I Was Suddenly Very Aware Of The Fact It Was Me Standing Up In That Tunnel With The Wind Over My Face. Not Caring If I Saw Downtown. Not Even Thinking About It. Because I Was Standing In The Tunnel. And I Was Really There. And That Was Enough To Make Me Feel Infinite.

But Mary Elizabeth Felt Different. She Kept Saying It Was An "articulate" Film. So "articulate." And I Guess It Was. The Thing Is, I Didn't Know What It Said Even If It Said It Very Well.

Girls Are Weird, And I Don't Mean That Offensively. I Just Can't Put It Any Other Way.

The Inside Jokes Weren't Jokes Anymore. They Had Become Stories

The Movie Itself Was Very Interesting, But I Didn't Think It Was Very Good Because I Didn't Really Feel Different When It Was Over.