Sydney Briar is Alive.

clambistro:

The film criticism game is a crap-shoot when you’re on a staff of a few different writers; you put your hand up for a bunch of films and some come your way, others to the rest of the team.

Young Adult slipped through my fingers and, initially, I wasn’t that disappointed. When I exited the screening, I felt strangely unmoved (and, thus, bummed, since I’m one of those assholes that reads screenplays and he threw himself repeatedly against my boot, your honour someone sent it to me, and I really loved it, and found Reitman’s choice of scenes to cut/pare back perplexing). Oh well, I shrugged, at least I don’t have to review it.

But now, after a month or so of letting it sit with me and thinking about how excellent Charlize Theron is as Mavis and how breathtaking some of the very familiar awfulness is, god I wish I was reviewing it.

I’m so excited about seeing this; from the trailer she reminds me of girls from school - but times a million on the bitch scale.