On Melancholia:

THIS IS THE WORST WEDDING RECEPTION I’VE EVER BEEN TO. Kirsten Dunst is just fucking moping around like she has the biggest migraine ever fucking conceived. Gee, I just married Alexander Skarsgard, I’m going to be really fucking sad, pee on a golf course, and take a bath during my reception, maybe a nap too. Everything is just terrible. He even bought us a pleasant little apple farm to live out our days, HOW DREADFUL. Now she has completely cock-blocked him on their wedding night. THEN SHE WANDERS OFF ONTO THE GOLF COURSE AGAIN AND PROCEEDS TO MOUNT A TEENAGER AND HUMP HIM INTO SUBMISSION RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A SAND TRAP.
 

I QUIT THIS MOVIE