serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon 🍋
a little girl came in the cinema holding her mom’s hand loudly singing “sunflower”; she sang it again along with miles in the first sequence. and after, she stood up, loudly read what was on the stan lee & steve ditko credit screen: “A REAL SUPERHERO” in that tiny awe struck voice.
and i was gonna write an essay about how happy this last screening made me but ultimately, like peter b, it is never about us. it’s always about them.
An interesting study of the male desire told through the lens of a woman. Men in their loneliness, find ghosts in their parts of the city and fill it with their own longings. All it takes is one woman to fulfill those desires: someone to talk to, someone to fuck, someone to hold and someone to marry. Look at how desire takes a constant shape and upon fulfillment leaves a throbbing emptiness against the city. It's pathetic, it's disgusting, it’s upsetting, it's very very sad.