every so often I’ll just feel completely disconnected from you, letterboxd. this film does virtually nothing for me, and as a general rule, neither does timothee chalamet, and nor does greta gerwig. like, I understand the appeal, but this is just a film about the life greta gerwig wants to live, and I am not her! if you people want to be her, that’s your prerogative, but really beanie feldstein is the only one who seems worth knowing in the whole thing, and she’s just playing the exact same role as in booksmart
Red Guardian having “KARL” and “MARX” tattooed on his knuckles is the coolest thing a character has ever done in a marvel movie.
he also has Natasha and Yelena’s names on him despite not having seen them for twenty years and only complaining about having to look after them- good dad behaviour- and he’s having a portrait of himself tattooed on his own back. the absolute gall of the man is sensational