claire 👁️ diane’s review published on Letterboxd:
i know it's been said so many times by now, but this scene is absolutely everything: the momentary crux of girls knowing they are their own lights in a cold world. jewels with fire inside. joy, celebrating themselves no matter what the world says or gives them. love for one another as radical leftist praxis. love for/or blackness. emma goldman, dancing, revolution, etc. there is more, a whole pool of gender and family disintegrating, but mostly there is choosing to keep on going. this is one of the most beautiful movies i've ever seen.