Thoughts and opinions on movies from the still-developing mind of a 23 year-old. Occasional anecdotes as well
I was going through some office supplies recently while visiting my parents, when I stumbled upon a notebook that one of my mothers had written in. I showed it to her, and although she didn’t remember the context with which she had written the notes, I’m glad that she did.
I’ve transcribed them here, with her permission.
Age 3: Blowing bubbles in milk, told not to by father. Still did-- got spanked. Felt O.K. since he had told…
When I was five years old, my family took a trip to Disney World.
Maybe more so than the trip itself, I remember the ways in which my parents prepared for our vacation; my Jewish mother spending every day sitting in her fold-out chair reading over and highlighting in meticulous detail her official DisneyWorld™ guide book. My Spanish mother, on the other hand, spent her time packing all her Disney-themed memorabilia; from her tweety-bird watch down to her mickey-mouse socks.…
Something I’ve been struggling with in post-graduate life is an overwhelming feeling of laziness.
What I mean by ‘lazy’ is that I desire, above all else, that the activities I engage in be either ‘easy’ or come naturally.
I despise exerting effort, and I lust after what is effortless.
It’s something that’s defined my writing for a long time now; rather than laboring away at projects which always seem to eventually fall apart, I find myself more often than not…
I was texting with my sis last night, discussing Sicario, when she sent over a criticism of the film that I felt was my duty to share here. It begins:
Have you seen Wind River?
Both [Wind River and Sicario] literally follow the same plot of: ‘young white woman (who is somehow in the FBI and should be a super smart badass) is made to be completely useless and powerless everytime they’re on screen.’
The misogyny is unreal! When Brolin…