i think i’ll be telling people to watch this movie forever. the perfect british film. chalked full of the cure and autumn sweaters and sea breezes. beautifully silly, joyful, and uncomfortable.
I like having a historical record of the shows I've been to, and I'm sad that many places don't do physical tickets anymore. How do we fix this? Does anyone know a guy?
this is a stadium country masterpiece about one of life’s most common situations: wishing your (very well built) truck would break down in the mud so you can have car sex. it’s got everything you want from guilty pleasure music. eventually your listening will no longer be ironic.
