You know, it’s flawed but it’s excusable since it’s a debut and low budget... but, yes, it’s enjoyable, and the chemistry between the leads is lovely.

Barry Jenkins, you beautiful, beautiful man.

I’m in love with a 78 year old English white man who doesn’t know I exist, and his name is [Sir] James Paul McCartney.

Ingmar Bergman died because he never got to direct Kirsten Dunst cheering the words "I'm major, I roar, I swear I'm not a whore!"

Honestly, name a film in history with a better fucking opening.

I'm biased but I don't give a fuuccckk, I love and breathe for Sofia!