
Note: This article contains spoilers for A Star is Born.
This is your chance to… leave.
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This post also deals with suicide, and may be triggering for some readers.
When I walked out of the movies after seeing A Star is Born, I couldn’t fault it.
The tears had been slowly drawn out of me for the better part of two hours, until that goddamn dog had me full-blown ugly crying. Then there was the song. And the brother. But mostly the dog.
As I’ve processed the film, however, and discussed it relentlessly for several days, I’ve come to the point where I can admit something: it wasn’t perfect.
EXCEPT IT WAS.
But no really, there are flaws in every piece of art, no matter how powerful.
BUT BRADLEY COOPER.
I know. I know.