Poor Things vs. Ferrari

I review two films and one friend

I have a new friend, J. J is only 21. I have mentioned before that when you live in a small town you can’t be picky about having friends your own age, or even roughly your own age.

I know J’s mom a little, and I mentioned our friendship to her in a sort of “what delightful offspring you have created” kind of way.

At Thanksgiving dinner she asked J if I was trying to “cougar” them.