“SILENCE. WRITERS WRITING.”
It’s in the tenderness hidden amidst the sternness of Bill Murray’s voice. It’s in the furrow of Timothée Chalamet’s brow. It’s in the cracks sounding up and down Léa Seydoux’s back as she stretches. It’s in the way Jeffrey Wright crosses his legs as he sits. It’s in the widening of Frances McDormand’s eyes. It’s in the way Saoirse Ronan pulls the trigger.
It’s in the promptness of Mathieu Amalric’s movements. It’s in the way Adrien Brody…
“We’re suffocating.”
The way I shot this movie straight into my veins when I was 15 and suicidal and so unbelievably angry at the world... Such a bizarre sensation to return to it now, nearly a decade later, older and still angry at the world.
Adults are so quick to say teens are over dramatic, that their problems aren’t as serious as they think. But teenage girlhood really is agony incarnate. Sexualized by just about every man you pass, discredited…
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you and I…
“I will avenge my father.
I will save my mother.
I will kill Fjölnir.“
Barreling forward. Rabid. Writhing. Not just hungry for blood, The Northman is starving for it. The cycle of vengeance is one laced with endless anguish for any unlucky soul who finds themselves in its crosshairs.
Eggers’ work is some that I always seek out and always leave craving more. I immediately want to rewatch his films whenever I come across them. Such a sensation is one…
… I am on my knees begging writers and directors to stop using female body trauma (rape/miscarriages/abuse) as brief plot devices or virtually the only exposition surrounding female characters’ backstories, its mentions featured for maybe ten minutes of screen time, only to then miraculously be completely forgotten or never properly and healthily addressed. Please. I am so tired.
Malignant is what I’d call a big ole razzle dazzle of nonsense. It has the visuals of a multi-million dollar funded project,…
“You’re really hard to read...”
“Yeah, you know what, I get that all the time, but I actually think that I’m so easy to read that people just get confused and they make it harder on themselves.”
Black Bear is savagely primal. Aubrey Plaza’s performance is both captivating and horrifying. Christopher Abbott and Sarah Gadon delivery as well, but our lead is the lead for a reason. Plaza plays off the two of them in such an intense way that…
