Aaliyah hero, evryone else zero.
Look, not to be a contrarian or anything but just, no. There are moments that I enjoyed, particularly the art therapy scene which contained a line about Basquiat that gave me the big laugh, but mostly I felt myself rolling my eyes. It’s very dry humour I guess (?) but all of the “on the nose” bits just made me groan and cringe. It’s just not a film for me. It’s too long, it’s too muddled and cluttered with parts…
I felt this deep down to my transmasculine bones. I've been eviscerated by this film. The isolation, trapped on an island of aggression with no outlet, constantly emasculated with no hope of reaching true light and power because of the established hierarchy. The daily Sisyphean struggle. The gaslighting, the madness, the inherent eroticism of the sea. Emotions crashing over and through you like a maelstrom of shit. And farts. Oh, the farts. Peck open my belly Robert Eggers, and find your film there, coiled around my bowels.