I liked this one. It wasn't anything earth shatteringly fabulous, and having seen Running from Crazy on Netflix, I kind of already knew the story. But Mariel Hemingway, to me, is a kindred spirit. Not that I'm all into physical fitness and healthy eating and blah blah because, actually fuck that. Do what you want because it really all ends the same.

But Mariel learned to be very protective of herself because no one else was doing that job. Yep, I get it. She had 2 much older sisters, as did I. The middle sister was a trouble maker, mean to Mariel because she was the baby who stole the spot light. Yep, had one of those. She was born in Novemeber as I was, though she, a year later than I and on the Sagittarius side of the cusp and I on the Scorpio. She was left to her own devises because by the time she was born her parents marriage was broken and alcohol played a major role. I was alone because my mother had died and my father needed to work, and alcohol played a role, though not as obvious. She often ignored difficult situations because confronting truths and change and confrontation seemed too daunting. Yep. She lived in her own world a lot and so did (do) I.

Of course I'm not an actor or rich. My grandfather was not a famous, legendary writer. My world was very small compared to Mariel's but a lot of her angst I understood because I too suffered the same self doubt and longing for self realization. I like the Mariel she shows to the world. She seems a decent, caring person. Maybe all this is projection, lol. Idk. Maybe.