"Waitress."

Oscar writes about it, so I don't have to. You know, you cannot trust movie reviews that were written after the director was murdered.

I saw this movie a couple weeks ago, and though I almost never go to the movies, and I like to use what raw material I can, I have not blogged about this movie. Let me just try to reconstruct the dialogue I remember as we left the theater:

Well?

That was one steaming pile of man-hating.

Oh, I thought maybe you liked it.

Those ladies in front of us loved it. I hated it. I mean I liked the close-ups of the pies and the way the pies were all named after her emotions, but everything else... Hey, look, those two guys saw the movie together. I don't see how any self-respecting male could go to see this movie unless a woman made him see it.

Yeah, really.