I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Watched the 3 hour director’s cut! Wow. I see the scene where Salieri and Mozart are composing the funeral march sort of the same as Pacino and De Niro’s first meeting in Heat. They’d obviously interacted dozens of times before, but never so intimately or with such truth, like they were actually meeting for the first time. In another life they might’ve been friends. Maybe they already were!
You never really shake that feeling of seeing darkness in your parents that you don’t understand yet. The sudden realization that holes are being poked in your perfect image of them, and you don’t know whether to resent them or pity them or all of the above. I don’t like to get very personal with reviews but it’s hard to separate my thoughts on Aftersun from my own experiences, and it’s worth mentioning that I’ve probably never felt so acutely…
Sean S. Cunningham thought of the title ‘Friday the 13th’ and was like holy shit that’s a sick title, bought out a giant newspaper ad saying it was the scariest film ever and then was like well fuck I better actually come up with an idea and get a script written and make the movie. And even though I think it didn’t come out all that great that’s pretty epic
I get it Tim if I was dating Monica Bellucci I would also write her into my movie for no reason
Oppenheimer’s girl dinner: a metric ton of cigarettes and a total of two clementine slices
