"If someone wants to destroy himself, society should allow him to do so!'"
A heavy duty sledgehammer to anything remotely resembling happiness, Joachim Trier's downer of a film is a tapestry of a half lived life - it eclipses like a burnt out sun, disappearing bit by bit over the horizon, until nothing eventually remains but nightfall.
Greta Gerwig has taken the proverbial wooden stake and has plunged it violently into the hearts of patriarchy. Infused with chaotic energy, Barbie is a head rush of visually gorgeous and creatively frothy ideas that may seem jarring initially (tad bit too much?) but settles at a sweet spot in this candy-soaked blaze of a narrative that questions gender politics very aggressively.
As the hype has now settled, it's safe to say that Barbie will remain a dazzling stardust of…
"She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks, she was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always - Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin. My soul."
I remember reading Lolita when I was nineteen. Against summer morning breezes while inhaling sweet grass scents, I was amazed at the sheer madness of love. It…
