“You know what your problem is? All you see is the Wackness, where I see the Dopeness.”
- Stephanie, The Wackness
There is nothing quite as satisfying as ambling over to the Angelika on a Sunday evening to catch a film. Just as the city begins to swell with Jeeps toting fleetingly happy New Yorkers, Filson bags and leftover sand in tow; I like to hide away in a cool theatre and experience a world outside of mine. If nothing else, it gives us something to dissect over Sunday dinner at Novecento.
Especially if it's one as poignant, lyrical, and utterly brilliant as Jonathan Levine's The Wackness.
To attempt description of it whatsoever would be to fail it utterly with words – but I have just a few for its Writer and Director Jonathan Levine:
I love you. I mean, I've got mad love for you Shortie. I want to like, listen to Boyz 2 Men with you and shit.
Love,
Girl
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