Just when I was considering not slamming my face into the kitchen table over and over until I lost all memory of Wendy and Lucy, I read this:
You know what? I’m about to deliver a heartbreaking little fart composed by Destroyer. It’s very self-referential, so if you’re not familiar with his earlier work, you might as well not bother, but if noted indie film director Kelly Reichardt would care to lean into it? I’m sure she’d find it very illuminating.