i haven't watched this since i joined letterboxd (early 2017) which is A CRIME because this is actually my favourite movie ever. I cried 4 times only in the first half an hour (nostalgia?) and I'm still amazed by the range of emotions these horses show. also co-directed by a woman!! we stan!
everyday two wolves fight inside of me. one that understands that the male gaze contributes nothing to feminism and is there to objectify. and the wolf that is overtaken by lesbian lust, disconnects all my braincells and says LOOK! GORGEOUS WOMEN! but also they murder! which overall is a good recipe to get to my heart
barely watchable. i was gonna rate it higher at least for the craft but it just gets worse and worse. going by a friend's words, the author of the book admitted there is no moral of the story or purpose and I can SEE that. it's just crimes displayed on screen and called art. i feel absolutely zero empathy and connection to anyone in this movie. it goes against my morals.
it fails as a piece of good media because…
In romanian turkish delight translates as "shit" and it confused the hell out of 13 year old me, who didn't get why Edmund wanted to eat such thing, more so, sell his siblings over it