Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to Anthony Hopkins and especially don’t talk to an island-based cult of women who worship bees.
Now that that cute barista knows your ridiculous order like the back of his hand, ask him out.
14. Get them out of their comfort zone in a way that won’t make them hate you for all eternity. (Because they’ll probably hate you in the moment.)
A film so empty, lazy and artless that it doesn’t even bother to spoof the movies that it’s ostensibly supposed to be parodying, or bother to tell any real jokes in the process.
There’s nothing dirty about it, no, but there is something complicated. There is something which demands more of you, which implicates you, which makes extricating yourself a more involved ordeal than slipping on your tennis shoes and catching the train.