This movie is fantastic. So fantastic, actually, I wrote a whole thing about its themes of archaelogy, theft and colonialism for the Brattle. You should read it. And then tell everyone about it (the film....but the article too).

Opening Night of International Film Festival Boston 2018. Q&A with Bo Burnham and Elsie Fisher.

Bo Burnham understands better than most what it’s like to be a lonely kid trying to find the joys of online invisibility in the real world, and with Eighth Grade, has taken a sledgehammer to the outdated myth that high school is the worst part of growing up. High school is confusing, sure, but it’s nothing compared to the three year caravan of misery through halls of kids carrying SpongeBob USB drives and horny teens begging for Snapchats.

Wrote more about this for the Brattle.

Infinitely better on rewatch. The theory that Adam Driver is in the ending is absolute horseshit.

The opportunity to hear James Baldwin's words makes anything essential viewing, but the flow of this is very strange

We're entering a post-tragedy era and we are not ready for the films it will deliver.

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