Last week I saw In America, and despite it totally being a magic negro film, I left the theater wanting to hug people, and ready to commence baby-making immediately.
Tonight I saw Love Actually, and now I no longer believe in love, and doubt it has ever existed in any shape or form for anyone or anything ever in history of the world.
But, like, in a good way.
P.S. If I ever happen to meet anyone who gushes about how cute this movie was, not only will I cast them out of my life forever, I’ll chop off their pinkie finger to mark them for the rest of humanity.