In a puddle, splashes. November. The rain. Young, woman's hands wringing. The joints creak... In the puddle a last sparkle, a trace, an artificial nugget. The golden alliance.
Lollivan
It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.
Wyatt
There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.
