Reese Witherspoon is having a moment and it’s a pleasure to see. It is so satisfying to witness that the actress who gave us the utterly original and terrifying, Tracy Flick, has still so many more surprises for us. That super sharp, full of intensity, scarily Machiavellian high-school girl (perhaps sociopath) promised an actress who does not hold back. Reese commits fully and with real vigour and we have seen this over and over again in roles like Legally Blonde (the original is still so fun), Walk the line , Vanity Fair and more. Recently the critically-acclaimed and Emmy award winning TV series Big Little Lies which is sensational, as well as her role in it. In Home Again Reese has returned to the romantic comedy genre which she has championed in her career many times and sadly, to some questionable results. I know Sweet Home Alabama is a favourite among many but sadly it did not ignite me. I am quite fond of Just Like heaven with Mark Ruffalo (don’t judge) which I
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