Carol

Reader, I will be blunt: this film is perfect. Cate Blanchett, Rooney Mara, the costumes, the sets, the hundreds and hundreds of cigarettes smoked. All of it is perfect. I only recently realized that I’ve been treating Carol with the same degree of anticipation that the rest of the world had for the Star Wars movie. But I knew it would be perfect when British film magazine Little White Lies dedicated an entire issue to Carol, and this past weekend I made a trek to Newton, Massachusetts to see Carol in a cramped theater full of grouchy Bostonians who ate their popcorn with the noisy fervor of starved Tasmanian devils. I’m planning to see it again this weekend in the more civilized confines of the Jane Pickens.