Woo boy. I've actually been putting off writing up this one because it means reliving this film, but inorder for this dear project to continue, I must persevere. Dave and I knew going into this that eventually there would come a time when one of us would present the other with a film we—well, I'll say "strongly disliked", but we all know that what I mean is "hated". This experience can be compared to cooking up an old family recipe and serving it to Dave, only to have him (as politely as possible) spit it into his dinner napkin. But going on with the food analogy, it's always not a mismatching of flavors or the way a meal is cooked, sometimes it's your own taste buds that cause your gag reflex to go into effect. Watching Palindromes for me was as if director Todd Solondz took a pepper shaker, unscrewed the cap, and dumped the entire contents into a soup. And let's just say that I have a very sensitive stomach.
