So last night I watched Broken Flowers with Bill Murray. Saw it in the movie bin at the library and just snagged it on a whim. And by “whim” I mean “a capricious or eccentric and often sudden idea” and not “a large capstan that is made with one or more radiating arms to which a horse may be yoked and that is used in mines for raising ore or water.” Although the latter is a much more interesting definition of “whim”.
Yeah. So Broken Flowers with Bill Murray… I think I thought it was okay. I don’t really know? Had it’s moments I suppose. About the movie watching experience I can only say one thing for sure – I really like to eat cheese.
