“I’m still copying you though.”
“I know. Now copy this.”
I am standing in a room and I am looking at my dad.
It is 1996 and he is 33 years old and he is journaling hour by hour the day that I am born. He is the first person to ever put my name to paper. It is 2008 and he is 45 years old and he is gripping my arms too tight and screaming at me, so close I…
“No wonder you reek of death.”
Miyazaki at his most fluid, visually and narratively. Each moment an event that is happening in three-fold: something our past selves dream of, something our present selves experience, and something our future selves look back on in fondness or in anguish. Time as a ripple, liquid in state. Something that bleeds into itself, slips through our fingers, takes the shape of what we place it in and then dissolves the moment whatever flimsy physical…
A long, anguished wail. Desperate, gasping breaths. Clawing at your skin because it’s the last barrier between you and them. Getting blood all over the carpet, caked under your nails. Close is never close enough. It’s so cold. It’s so empty. It’s so lonely in my body.
Wanted it to end almost as quickly as it began. The melancholy here is so thick it’s practically suffocating. The weight, the ache, the sorrow. It’s too much to carry, hold, graze.
Wanted…
Haunted by Lily Blossom Bloom putting pajama pants on, on top of fishnets.
Book readers: Does the book acknowledge why Lily has had exactly one friend her entire life?
While I do think the exploration of this heavy subject matter is on the shallower side, it is nice to see something so mainstream at least attempt to start the conversation. My mom loved it and that’s kind of all that matters with this one for me tbh.
“I don’t know you.”
Hit a nerve I don’t like to look at within myself for too long. Nails these really specific spaces of loneliness and depression and autism in a way that is so striking. Quiet, stubbornly restrained, makes you wait with baited breath. The jolt of surprise that comes from being noticed after feeling so impossibly isolated from everyone around you for so long. That alarm of “do they see me?” and then the desperate uneasy feeling that…
“We’re suffocating.”
The way I shot this movie straight into my veins when I was 15 and suicidal and so unbelievably angry at the world... Such a bizarre sensation to return to it now, nearly a decade later, older and still angry at the world.
Adults are so quick to say teens are over dramatic, that their problems aren’t as serious as they think. But teenage girlhood really is agony incarnate. Sexualized by just about every man you , discredited…
Found myself thinking of Venus Xtravaganza all day today. Cried and cried and cried listening to her speak on the hopes and dreams she had for her future with her partner. Knowing how her life ended breaks me every time I think about it. The shot of Venus, with the sunset behind her, is one I think of often. An ethereal woman, just as all the other women and drag queens featured are. Beautiful, incredible people.
Pride is coming up…
y’all: twilight was a cultural reset because of the iconic baseball scene
me, an intellectual: new moon is the ACTUAL cultural reset because of
• the massive increase of production quality!!!
• the massive increase in performances where every cast member clearly feels more settled and comfortable in their roles
• the soundtrack featuring Bon Iver, Lykke Li, Thom Yorke, Grizzly Bear, Muse, AND Death Cab for Cutie!!!!
• the fact new moon fully introduces us to ALL of…
“I make movies like that [The Color Purple, Rustin], so I can make movies like this,” was Colman Domingo’s big statement as he helped introduce Sing Sing, and that level of enthusiastic ion is evident from his opening Shakespearean monologue to his final, dialogue-less moments on screen.
Sing Sing is a balm to the soul. Art as the key to reestablishing our humanity. The necessity of it is not tangental or hypothetical. Art saves lives. It’s shown throughout the film,…
Blinds you with its glittery lights and thrumming bass and disarming humor until you’re left on your knees sobbing. Can’t begin to fully articulate how immensely heavy Anora winds up feeling by its conclusion. Sean Baker is always able to tie the humor together with heartbreak, but I think this film is where that blend is especially concentrated and effective.
Sat through the whole credits so I could cry in the dark and really let it settle. I want to…
“And you will see. The beauty and the horror.”
Dread drenched in holiness. Fervor infused with poison. The earth and the heavens colliding to create a river of blood. He has ascended.
For House of Cinema, Joe, Sydney, and I went into the desert to discuss Dune: Part 2!
“We took lessons together.”
Where being swallowed in the embrace of your loved ones is as much an anchor as being swallowed up in a crowd of people, everyone rushing around in their own private worlds. How in each instance, reaching out a hand or meeting a gaze pulls you into someone else’s orbit completely.
A Real Pain feels like what fighting with my sisters when we were all very small felt like. Digging our nails into each other until…