the real e-girl and her podcaster boyfriend
No filmmaker makes me think so much about real shit like Ingmar Bergman. Like really real. I zoned out for a few minutes watching this thinking about my shortcomings, my place in the world, and then I had a true, honest to goodness existential moment that tingled my spine. It made me insanely uncomfortable, and then seconds later so serenely comfortable that all I could do was smile. A piece of art did that to me. This is what genius looks like.