Crawling in love again

In which I admit that I’m ill-equipped to survive an alligator attack.

I’ve seen Midsommar twice now. After two-and-a-half hours of psychological terror and emotional rawness — five hours, if you count both viewings — I was ready for something less… cerebral. I also really wanted to lean back in one of AMC’s signature recliners. (This newsletter is not sponsored, but if you’re reading this and want to work something out, h…

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