Interesting. I thought the socks were just a sign of how much this kids life is completely bad.
Socks and underwear under the tree always put my little brother into a rage. It's been 60 plus years, but I was unwise enough to make a joke about our folks gifting him with with stuff like that a couple years ago and wrecked Christmas morning.
I was pretty confused by the art-housey foldover flashbacks, but one does not lightly bounce between Woodside, Harlem, Brooklyn Heights, and midtown. And it's probably better not to call attention to these locations by with the labels.
I didn't appreciate this scene until rewatch. I couldn't get past that Kool-Aid masquerading as red wine at the wake.
Very much this. I was so chilled when Eph whispered, "Run," as they were dragging him out the house.
The odyssey of The Wig would be fascinating. So say we all, so hop to it. Fart Faces has worn out its welcome. And please, give us an edit button. We're only human.
Damn Hollywood, this is what you give Regina King?
This, so much this.
I was surprised that they let the Latino guy be smart enough to run when he heard the noises coming from the box and did not open it up instead.
I loved that.