“Winds in the east, mist coming in; like something is brewing and ‘bout to begin. Can’t put me finger on what lies in store, but I fear what’s to happen all happened before.” That is how Saving Mr. Banks begins. And that is where I should have stopped watching it, because what it came next was a cryfest no chocolate ice-cream could save me from. Continue reading
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Corleones & Lannisters 