This made me feel weird. Probably was not in the right headspace to watch this but I really enjoyed certain aspects of it. I think there was a few too many things going on and I’m not sure how they all tie together thematically, but I’m interested to read up on peoples’ takes
There’s some great things about this, like the cinematography, which is really stunning, and the two lead performances.
But this is what happens when straight white men think their feelings are universal enough to make a whole movie about. It’s entirely unrelatable to anyone else, especially since EVERY SINGLE female character that shows up is so unbelievably awful that I thought it must be satirical, but it wasn’t. One of them literally just repeats over and over “I LOVE fucking”…
No one belongs to themselves. These characteristics that feel so uniquely ours are in fact just things we gathered from books or movies or the people we encounter on our way through life.
Am I a painter? Poet? Physicist? Janitor? Maybe I’m all of them. Or maybe I’m none.
Our lives are really just stories in our heads. Nothing exists outside our perception of it, even the people around us are just impressions inside our minds. They’re characters in a…