You know what I mean: it’s that je ne sais quoi that attracts you to someone, the little things you can’t put your finger on when you’re talking about the object of your affection with your friends.
If you didn’t see I Heart Huckabees over fall break, you’ve missed the latest and most definitive installment in what has been a long string of movies defining a new American genre, which I will call (in appropriate pseudo-irony) Absurd Existentialism.