Last year I watched Orlando, the 1992 period drama based on the Virginia Woolf novel of the same name, starring Tilda Swinton, for the first time. In case you don’t know, it’s about an Elizabethan nobleman who can’t die and one day wakes up to discover he’s a woman. I don’t think I’ll ever go six months again for the rest of my life (presumably, unlike Orlando, I’ll die one day) without watching it. It hurts when she breaks the fourth wall.