Hello, and welcome to the sense and sensibility episode of Slate Money Goes to the Movies.

We have me, Felix Amanovaxios, we have Emily Peck of Fundrise, but most excitingly,

we have Taffy Brodusa Agna of so many different places and affiliations. I don't even know how

to introduce you anymore. Taffy, introduce yourself.

I am a staff writer at the New York Times magazine. I am the writer of Fleishman is in trouble

coming soon-ish to a television. I'm a member at Congregation Beth El. And, you know,

all-around fabulous, awesome Slate Money friend of the pod, we do ask people to suggest

movies for this show and you did pull it Haffy and forced us to watch too.

But then you pulled a Felix and called this the sense and sensibility edition.

This is the sense and sensibility edition, but yeah, I have to say it got hijacked a little

by a terrible movie, which we are about to reveal the other terrible movie that you

made us watch in the conjunction with sense and sensibility. So we're going to compare

a good movie with a bad movie coming up on Slate Money goes to the movies.

Go ahead, apologize to Felix. I'm very, very sorry that we had to watch this, but I

stand by it. It's my point. Okay, so Taffy, just to be clear, you are not apologizing for

making me watch the angrily masterpiece sense and sensibility.

I am not, I am not apologizing for making you watch the angrily masterpiece sense and

sensibility. I am apologizing for the inevitability of having to watch Made in Manhattan as its

companion. And Taffy, why did we have to watch? Explain this to me because I do not understand

how Made in Manhattan, which I believe, I honestly in my heart of hearts believe, is

the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. I do not understand how this is in any way

connected to Angrily's masterpiece sense and sensibility. You don't see any, you don't

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