First love - if cinema is anything to go by - kills so slowly as to leave one in a state of emotional semi-vegetation for a long and uninspiring period of years.
It starts with that question. “So what you up to?” For the lucky few popped from the womb brimful of self-belief, it shouldn’t raise a heartbeat. For those whose university years already resemble a cess-pool of memory decay, groin rot and fractured hopes, there really is nothing worse that you could ask, apart from maybe “Why do you exist?”. Here are cinema's top 5 sad grads.
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