There’s not much else I can really say about this movie without rambling and saying how much the ending makes me sob every fucking time (my eyes are so red right now ugh). But I already have another ramble scheduled instead so fuck it. I wrote a thing last night while I was having a crisis and just thought I’d share it since it kind of ties into the themes of 20th Century Women.
So here goes.
To those in…
Oh no! It appears that I’ve tripped and fallen, accidentally watching Waves for a third time in the process. I can only apologise...
Gotta be above it. Gotta be above it. Gotta be above it. Gotta be above it. Gotta be above it. Gotta be above it.
Not to sound like a pompous arsehole but I feel for anyone who didn’t see this in a cinema. Waves is a profound, visceral experience, an assault on the senses that’s best seen…
How on Earth is this second season of Love, Death And Robots so inconsistent?! On one hand, you’ve got the first two stories which are basically paint by numbers LD&R, complete with gratuitous swearing and violence. But then you’ve got stuff like this, a future Christmas tradition that you can imagine watching with the offspring in two decades. Honestly man, I’m not sure whether to be happy or disappointed.
Quick note: Sorry for being so afk recently, it’s a combo of work and binge watching Alice In Borderland on Netflix. Love you all! ❤️
Plot Twist: The red pill was actually hard drugs and the rest of the trilogy is just Neo hallucinating cos he’s off his tits.
