Letterboxd — Your life in film

i am trying to be more open about my mental health, something i’ve spent the vast majority of my life feeling a prickly  shame for. i have a panic disorder that makes my physical body think it’s GOING TO DIE!!!!! every time i’m even a little nervous, even though my brain rationally knows there’s no perceived threat. my throat closes up. i can’t breathe. i take a xanax with a trembling hand. i call my mom and she talks me…

(Review for Willamette Week)

Destroyer is yet another LA film noir about a hard-boiled detective who doesn’t play it by the book, but what separates it from the overwhelmingly male-centric noirs of yore is that our gritty antihero is (finally) an antiheroine. Swaggering through the streets with an icy blue stare and a battered leather jacket, Detective Erin Bell (Nicole Kidman) attempts to solve a murderous mystery related to her distant, checkered past. Along the way, she viciously curses at…

let’s pretend for a second that this movie wasn’t mostly directed by a pedophile (this is the only time i’ll ever ask you to forget this critical fact. please remember again when specified. thanks in advance!). 

yes, let’s look at bohemian rhapsody completely devoid of its controversial cultural context. just for a moment. let’s purely analyze it from a technical point of view. 

the editing is disorienting (in an amateurish unawareness of physical space way, not a purposefully artistic and…

i would like this movie. but in high school i think i gaslit myself into pretending to love it more than i did so that boys would think i was a Cool Girl.

i would like this movie. but in high school i know i saw every single frame of it in over-saturated 2010 gif form over and over and OVER again on t*mblr and i’ve been working hard to block those out. 

i would like this movie. but its…

bloody, dramatic female-driven revenge stories like Kill Bill, Revenge, MFA, Gone Girl, etc. have arguably managed to carve out their own little niche in cinema. they’re cathartic and ruthless — evoking the raw fury of women scorned, the fury we’re taught to stuff down so deep inside of us and to hide with a phony, plastic Barbie Doll smile. as much as i love these films, and as necessary as they are, they’re not relaxing to watch. it’s not pleasant…