You can't get a much more nuclear family without glowing in the dark. --Ahhh, the happy feeling of reading your excellent one-off lines in a review.
These two:
"We can't even take care of the bare necessities—make the payments on the house and the car—let alone save anything." and
No sooner has he screwed up the courage to approach the question of a raise, however, than this conscientious, self-effacing man is left holding a pink slip, the wages not of hubris but of the firm's own precarity.
really do back up what handful_ofdust says. Very nowadays.
Sam Wilson may be the worst accessory after the fact ever to panic intrepidly through an alibi. --Awww. He gets the Kindergarten "I tried" award.
Gallant wears gloves and covers his tracks and there's no movie, but Goofus fires two shots into the library wall to suggest an armed robbery without bothering to line them up with the trajectory of the death. --Oh Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam.
Disposing of the weapon off the Santa Monica Pier, he moves anonymously enough through the crowd at the Port Hole Café and then throws the .38 so artlessly out onto the water that a late-night fisherman is startled by the splash. --Okay, at this point I laughed out loud.
it would have been nice if the one-percent gap in the plan hadn't left such a self-fulfilling patsy in view. --Yeaaahhhh, in another writer's hands, this would have been Jarvis's intention.
Surely we couldn't be as hopeless at it as Sam Wilson. Maybe we shouldn't leave the house, either. Hah! Indeed.
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These two:
"We can't even take care of the bare necessities—make the payments on the house and the car—let alone save anything." and
No sooner has he screwed up the courage to approach the question of a raise, however, than this conscientious, self-effacing man is left holding a pink slip, the wages not of hubris but of the firm's own precarity.
really do back up what
Sam Wilson may be the worst accessory after the fact ever to panic intrepidly through an alibi. --Awww. He gets the Kindergarten "I tried" award.
Gallant wears gloves and covers his tracks and there's no movie, but Goofus fires two shots into the library wall to suggest an armed robbery without bothering to line them up with the trajectory of the death. --Oh Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam.
Disposing of the weapon off the Santa Monica Pier, he moves anonymously enough through the crowd at the Port Hole Café and then throws the .38 so artlessly out onto the water that a late-night fisherman is startled by the splash. --Okay, at this point I laughed out loud.
it would have been nice if the one-percent gap in the plan hadn't left such a self-fulfilling patsy in view. --Yeaaahhhh, in another writer's hands, this would have been Jarvis's intention.
Surely we couldn't be as hopeless at it as Sam Wilson. Maybe we shouldn't leave the house, either. Hah! Indeed.
The film exists on Youtube! I'll have to watch it!