And then! I had a day off from the festival/concerts/having a life on Friday night, and so I was able to dive back into my Netflix queue with His Girl Friday which I utterly adored, with the mile-a-minute dialogue delivered as only Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell could. So much love!
(Okay, I have three more SIFF movies to post about, but I think I have spammed this space and you all enough tonight/this morning. It’s the last week of the festival and my schedule is slowing down, so expect those three plus Million Dollar Baby, Mysterious Skin, and possibly some Amazon purchases soon soon soon.)
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