Crank up the jazz, pour yourself a gin rickey, and try not to put too much faith in the stock market — we’re headed back to the roaring 20s old sport. It’s The Great Gatsby, and This Film is Lit.
Our next movie is Psycho!
My empathy is creeping towards what I would describe... a contemptuous rage. It's Poor Things, and This Film is Lit. Let Me Sum Up...
Making friends, finding love, healing wounds, and a tunnel song. It’s *The Perks of Being a Wallflower*, and **This Film is Lit**.
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