It's true that a compilation of 11 vignettes that centre around somewhat esoteric, yet also trifling, exchanges of conversation between two or three people, with the majority of them being celebrities playing themselves, while vibing and sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes does sound super boring and even pointless. But with his signature subtly absurd humour and monochrome aesthetic that lend the film a meditative quality and a melancholic warmth, Jarmusch managed to explore some universal human themes, such as envy and addiction, in surprising depth and with unexpected layers of complexity.
I admire movies of this kind; movies that feel simple and spontaneous, and have unrestrained plot. But I prepare myself before watching a movie of this kind; simply because I usually don't find myself connected emotionally with these movies. And I was ready to watch one of these art-house movies that I appreciate from the artistic and technical standpoint more than truly enjoying them. But Roma really took me off guard. Because I found out that Cuarón took this artistic…
Putting aside the unrealistically perfect character of Kayla's father (Josh Hamilton is fantastic, though) and some stereotypes that surround it, and a poorly-written subplot, Eighth Grade is an agonizingly accurate and authentic look at life’s most universally awkward phase thanks to first-time director, Bo Burnham's painstaking attention to detail, astonishing use of music that captures the spirit of the titular time period, and Elsie Fisher's breakthrough performance who played her role achingly well.