Waitress: The quirky indie comedy about women surrounded by men who commit domestic violence, malpractice, and stalking written, directed and starring a woman who was violently murdered by a young man who lived in her building. The candy colors and sumptuous montage of pies initially sucked me into this movie but I felt on edge through the whole thing.
To summarize, Jenna accidentally becomes pregnant after her husband gets her drunk and maritally rapes has sex with her. She despises her husband but is too financially unstable to leave him.
She then goes to her woman ob-gyn to find she has been replaced by a Nathan Fillion (before he got all fat). The two of them have a torrid affair throughout her pregnancy. I can’t imagine anything creepier than having an affair with your gynecologist, pre-puffy Nathan Fillion or no, but there you have it.
Jenna’s co-worker Dawn, played by the late Adrienne Shelly, goes on a five-minute date with a loser who then decides stalk her and persist in asking her out even though she has consistently and clearly rebuffed him. In a scene that is truly illustrative of female existence, he shows up at her work place and needles her for so long and so annoyingly that she yells at him. Everyone turns around and looks at her, mouths agape, and the loser dude starts so sniffle. All she can do is soften and reply “well sorry, hon” or something to that effect. She cannot protect herself and be assertive against his unwanted advances without hurting his poor feelings, and ultimately his feelings become more important than hers. Good thing she gets used to him and marries him so she won’t end up a lonely spinster, even though he remains totally embarrassing and terrible throughout the film.
Jenna has a baby girl which inspires her to kick both her abusive husband and her doctor to the curb, then lives happily ever after running her own business. Glad she was able to shake them so easily. Dawn wasn’t so lucky.



On the rare occasion I venture outside, I can’t help but notice the billions of billboards crammed into LA’s skyline. Much has already been written about shitty billboards in the recent years (such as the ubiquitous orange/teal color scheme of doom) but a certain billboard has pushed me over the edge: the one for the new rom-com “How Do You Know.”