"i can't believe childhood is over."
"it was going to end one way or another. and what a happy end."
this film is a part of me now. i can feel it in me with every breath i take; with every beat of my heart. i don't think this melancholy tale of childhood and sisterhood and womanhood and sorrow and joy and pure kindness and love and nostalgia will ever fail to make tears silently stream down my face...there are…
there's a scene in this film where a teenage girl's crush comes over to her house. he knows she likes him, so he immediately starts roughly touching her and they have sex. it's not exactly assault, but it's not really sex, either - she is stone-faced and unenthusiastic. the next day, she tells her friend about it and sorrowfully says "there's still my first kiss", and her friend leans over and gently kisses her - not a romantic kiss, but…
it's been awhile since i've been this satisfied with a movie i've been eagerly anticipating - at 96 minutes, it kept me on my toes the whole time without feeling predictable or tedious, and the score and cinematography added to an already sharp screenplay. margaret qualley is equally devious and playful while christopher abbott is deliciously pathetic, and they play off of each other so naturally that it's hard to tell when their characters are actually "playing" - and as…
what a beautiful movie, visually and thematically. i can't begin to express how happy it makes me that 13 year old girls (especially asian girls) have this film to let them know that being perpetually embarrassed, angry, horny, and sad is completely normal, not something they have to suppress or be ashamed of. 13 is around the age when i started to make myself smaller in order to make others - specifically boys - more comfortable, and this film lets…
i can't wait to see enola run over a 19th century twink with her horse-drawn carriage
