My official word on Guy Maddin's The Saddest Music in the World is this: I thought it was really enjoyable but kind of insubstantial and didn't leave me feeling anything but on the other hand I don't see why it's that important for a movie to make me "feel" anything. Which shouldn't let filmmakers off the hook from trying to create films that dig a little deeper than mere superficial pastiche, but, ya know.
My official word on red lipstick is that it's going to be the death of me. I went into Sephora to buy conditioner, came out with conditioner AND a $22 tube of Nars Mongolian Red. I never learn.