a load of pretentious, incomprehensible twaddle. sort of a cross between first-semester screenwriting and a meandering architectural travelogue as Frances walks the streets admiring the real estate, chain-smoking, and giving away her fortune to park-bench vagrants and other assorted freaks and wackos. accompanied by so many shots of uneaten meals that the end credits include a “culinary stylist.” It’s good to see Michelle Pfeiffer in movies, but not in this one.
时间线有点乱但小丑女的一句台词inspired me, which is: you got to know what you love, and you got to get a real kick out of it, or there's too much damn trouble in it, to spoil this affair of living from beginning to end, if you let it. Why not live it for the beautiful things, even if you were a bit broke?