Limitless

"What if a pill could make you rich and famous?," reads the poster for this thriller. I used to take that pill in college! It made me really into, like, everything. Child Psych; I'm hitting the stacks for like nineteen hours, dancing; the beat was never fast enough, 'sexting'; it was on. Juice fasts were a breeze! I loved yoga class! The only bad things were muscle spasms, heart palpitations, and being so tired (but that only happened after). I'm not sure why Niel Burger is going through the trouble of making a high intensity film about a pill almost anyone can get by telling a psychologist they're bored! I know three year olds with the hook up. But it's kinda just a college thing.

Blue Valentine

It’s really hard for me to write this review because every time I think about this film I want to go back to sleep or at least stuff myself with chocolate until I no longer feel. Imagine “The Notebook”, re-imagined as an indie with a soundtrack by Grizzly Bear and the camera-work less cinematic more “Kourtney and Kim” style real-life. “Blue Valentine” is a film an NPR listener can be proud to wipe their sloppy face on their shirt over. Finally, a thought-provoking tear-jerker. Of thoughts like, “Love is everything,” and “Whhhy???”  
Michelle Williams takes great advantage of her perma-I-just-stopped-crying-face while Gosling embodies the dream all-American boy-next-door that you never had because your neighbor was a skinny bald man who compulsively renovated his house for his dead mother while living in the garage. The twist ending- spoiler alert- everything beautiful dies. Ow. My heart hurts really bad. I felt like I was their happy child- whose parents didn't get divorced and steal each other's licence plates in fits of vindictive rage. But that illusion has been ripped away from me. I wish there was a hole inside my matress I could crawl inside.