lumps of clay that speak french made me cry?????

A zucchini has no real flavour of its own. When combined with the right ingredients and treated properly it takes on all flavours surrounding it, thus becoming part of the whole.

This is a metaphor, I'm not suggesting you should eat children.

Also watch this film. And be good to those you love.

And to those you don't love.

Just watch this film ok?

85

Consider myself floored, especially by its minimal runtime (70 minutes) and how it still manages to juggle the flow of childhood language, implications of the harrowing, and young, lost groups being revitalized by their respective traumas throughout an isolated, rudimentary setup. I can't praise this little movie enough. So many feels, so many truths, and yet always moving along a nice, quiet stream of compassion and kindness, never over-stuffing itself or settling for less.

*wipes tear*
This movie blends the purity and curiousity of childhood with the horrifyingly ugliness that is reality and it does so flawlessly. Every damn line comes with so much depth. It’s also in stop motion. 

So in other words, this is extremely my thing.

whoops, went through a year
supply of Kleenex in a single hour.

claymation invented depression

i cried a lot

my eyes were dry until Sophie Hunger's cover of Le Vent Nous Portera came on in the credits :(

this was the most wholesome thing i’ve ever seen in my goddamn life

the post credit scene left me SHOOK 

ps. this was so cute 

ps 2. i love simon i wish i could adopt him

these little clay children made me cry

courgette is the softest clay boi and camille is the baddest clay bitch and they are the sole reason why I believe in love :,)

cute film!!

I would die for Zucchini let’s just say that. Who knew I would cry at clay dolls!!!

“We’re all the same, there’s nobody left to love us.”

my life as a devastated mess. these french clay children deserve the world