Possibly the whitest and most boring hour and a half in the history of cinema. I stuck in their waiting for a payoff that never came. My cat on the other hand enjoyed the extra attention whenever Rosemarie DeWitt began whining about her house or her husband or any other of the assorted 1st world problems she was facing. Can someone stop Swanberg from writing and directing anything else based on his very small bubble world he lives in.
Review of Digging for Fire
