With its depiction of narrow racism in the milieu surrounding its characters, "The Shape of Water" comes off as a fantasy version of "Loving" or, for that matter, "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner," a surrogate for a film about an interracial relationship.
Not that this matters, I guess.
What matters, I guess, is that this is how we will remember ourselves to her, because she won't remember a thing.
None of this matters, I guess, if you care for the movies that were touted and lauded at the Dolby Theatre, but it's nevertheless hard not to be saddened by the near-complete sundering between two branches of film.
It's an unobtrusive symbol of what matters, I guess, and fills a small hole in my heart.
"But it doesn't matter, I guess.
It's been a while since I've read all this, but it's likely the case that he needed French backing on some other matter, I guess.
If you are feeling like your voice won't matter then guess what...it won't.
Some matters she guessed right; others, not so right.
Larry Lucchino, the president of the Boston Red Sox, says he urges his staff to compete in matters like guessing the day's attendance or predicting the weather or simply remembering the worst idea from previous meetings.
Her decision to focus on personal matters coincided, I guess, with the moment she met Sven, who, among other things, probably looked like a safe passage into that heady European life she imagined, and which she now lives.
