Franklyn.
I am watching a terrible, terrible movie. Ryan Phillipe in the ~the future~, doing his best Rorsharch/Batman voice while running around in a dystopian future that looks like a gothic cathedral jizzed everywhere and religion ~controls everything~ looking for someone called "The Individual" so he can kill him. SHUT UP.
Meanwhile, in the present, Eva Green is a sad suicidal artsy Mini-Helena Bonham-Carter, and some other people are sad too. and much more interesting than Ryan Philippe wearing a mask and growling a lot in an awful, awful cheesy trying-too-hardboiled shithouse. FACE TATTOOS! PUNCHING!
Oh, and I'm already calling it, Eva Green is gonna manage to successfully kill herself and cause Ryan Phillipe to awfully exist.
Meanwhile, in the present, Eva Green is a sad suicidal artsy Mini-Helena Bonham-Carter, and some other people are sad too. and much more interesting than Ryan Philippe wearing a mask and growling a lot in an awful, awful cheesy trying-too-hardboiled shithouse. FACE TATTOOS! PUNCHING!
Oh, and I'm already calling it, Eva Green is gonna manage to successfully kill herself and cause Ryan Phillipe to awfully exist.