After I wrote this post, this movie means nothing to me except the word “Mitty,” and I catch myself wishing the terrible, pretentious previews would focus less on Wiig and Stiller and more on the cat. And then I remember that I made up Mitty the Cat and feel this very strange sense of loss.
And then Kristen Wiig gave HGH to a bow tie and sewed it to a cheap dish towel.
This looks like a stylish outfit that rank off to clown college and then flunked out. Her hair seems perturbed to have been dragged into this, and clearly her lips are trying to trick us into thinking they weren’t present for the shenanigans. Now I’m glad Mitty doesn’t exist, because this would depress that poor cat, and feline Prozac is expensive.
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