natalie portman: noo yawk
me: HOLY SHIT! 😩👌
so much of what this movie tries to pass off (in the first half) as Romance was downright uncomfortable for me to watch as a woman. it is more than evident that a bunch of men wrote this screenplay. greasy, red faced, gin dick bradley cooper croaking "can i touch your nose?" is an image i'm going to have to try very hard to shake. this also felt like a masturbatory, self indulgent, 2 hours+ "for your consideration" best actor…
Watching this again, i just keep thinking about something Maggie Gyllenhaal said when i saw her speak at TIFF - which is that this movie is an expression of something purely feminine that we don't see very often depicted onscreen. She said that it explores the consequences of starving a brilliant and vibrant woman’s mind in a very Virginia Woolf-esque way. And those consequences, as you'll see, really are dire. Also can I just say - that final scene... OOF. Hit me like a ton of bricks.