Julianne Moore is a fucking nut
We love her, but it seems like every time Julianne Moore is in a movie she’s going off about something or having some sort of meltdown. It’s like casting directors sit down in their offices and are like, “Hm, this character needs to go totally fucking mental at some point in the movie—why not call Julianne?” We mean, we haven’t seen The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio but we’re pretty sure she locks herself in the bathroom with a box of dieting pills in it or something. We all love gravitas, but would it kill you to make me feel like I don’t want to hang myself every once and a while? Goddamn.
Anyway, Julianne’s new movie, Savage Grace, is a dramatization of the Barbara Daly Baekeland murder case, the key word in the phrase being drama. Just the trailer makes us want to squeal with glee in the theater as unspeakable acts of horror unfold before our eyes. We could start discussing the cult of voyeurism that young America has become or something, but who are we kidding, we just want to see some BJs. Everyone wins with those.
It’s also worht stating that the movie was directed is Tom Kalin, who also did the muder movie Swoon all the way back in 1992—we guess he’s really into murderous gays.
