
This week, I decided to give myself a treat. Yes, if I look at four of the last seven weeks, I’ve had a pretty good run of movies that were at least pretty enjoyable and worthy of saying I liked. However, I’m in charge of this damn blog so when I want to treat myself to a better movie, then goddammit, that’s my prerogative.
So let’s talk about Francis Ford Coppola. He’s a maker of fine films like Jack, Captain EO, and Godfather III: The Revenge. He also makes either wine or grape jelly – or BOTH…? He also made Sofia Coppola who made a fine movie that no one knows what the fucking last line of is but I bet it’s juuuuust right.
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