Even her consistent nudity aroused nothing. A number of times I searched inside myself for signs of sympathy, digust, or contempt and found myself instead feeling as if a fruit fly had landed on a piece of watermelon I didn't even want to finish anyway. Still, I chuckled to myself when Arnow stood her ground in the face of her mother's urging to pack a peach in her bag a day before it was to be eaten. But not too loud; I sensed the four other audience members would not understand.
For a movie to make one feel nothing you might think a five out of ten would suffice. But no, somehow this feat was impressive enough to warrant a six.
For a movie to make one feel nothing you might think a five out of ten would suffice. But no, somehow this feat was impressive enough to warrant a six.