that in the world there exists a movie in which Marisa Tomei is a chronic fixer of men and Vincent D’Onofrio is her boyfriend who acts for all the world like he has schizophrenia (AKA how Vincent D’Onofrio acts all the time) and claims he is a time traveler who has come from the future to save her life? And you spend the whole movie thinking he’s a candy coated nutbar except that in the end he actually IS a time traveler from the future, and so is Marissa Tomei’s therapist, Holland Taylor?
Sometimes I would really like to know what kind of person “Netflix Recommends” thinks I am.
...Which Was Completely Delightful 