(He’s a hero.)
Heroes are indestructible. Heroes save people. He’s saved plenty of them. But... heroes can’t be sad. And he gets sad a lot.
To be a hero, he needs to push his feelings aside, as though they don’t matter. They can’t matter. He has to be big and strong. He doesn’t want to be big and strong sometimes.
He’s seen the world at its worst. Has dealt with the worst sorts of scum. He now kills people without…
She looks at you and sees the world. She sees someone who makes her feel safe, someone she’s happy around. You look at her and realize that you’re in love. Not with her, but with the feeling she gives you.
She’s a dreamer. She wants the world to someday live in perfect harmony. She daydreams about her life, and has it all mapped out. She wants to be an ideal person more than anything, she wants someone to love her.…
I hate to be the one to use the corny line “this movie came to me at the right time” but I don’t know if there is anything better to describe my viewing experience than that.
I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately, a lot of soul searching, a lot of reconnecting with people. I’ve written a few more personal pieces on my heartbreak and what I’ve went through that I’ve since mostly deleted, but what has caused me…
“Don’t growl at me, you convicted murderer!”
As everyone else has been saying, this is probably the least connected I’ve ever felt to a Wes Anderson film. That being said though, I still felt a longing to live in this movie’s world once it ended, so it’s certainly not without its charm.
This is something that I feel would only benefit on a rewatch, and even if I never decide to, it’s a good time regardless. Definitely not something to…
