What I first wrote off as a somewhat contrived attempt at naturalistic dialogue turned out to be the forced exchange of words between two friends who had unknowingly allowed ego and bullshit to seep into an old friendship in the sneaky way that it does. Speaks to how unresolved conlficts and lies, whether internal or external, will alter a person - even if we often try our best not to acknowledge them, usually at the detriment to our development as…
What year did inner monologues stop being the coolest?
And when did movies lose the ability to be cynical without being so self-aware that they cant take themselves seriously?
And when did it get so late in the night that i started writing a review like this just because I got criterion channel earlier today and don't need sleep anymore
And does any of this make sense?