For the ladies, or the men who want to understand us: move “Broken English” up to #1 in yer Netflix queue. I’m not going to bother posting the trite trailer some junior executive created to generate ma$$ market appeal, as it doesn’t properly represent Zoe Cassavetes’ lovely film, or Parker Posey’s gift. I’ll admit, the story is not encroaching new territory (only in movie-land does attraction best insecurity for both parties), but as far as rom-coms and neurotic NYC women go, it’s good, honest, complicated and not cliché.
Besides, who doesn’t want to stare at Justin Theroux and Melvil Poupaud? Beyond dreamy.
