I won't lie. I won't pretend. I just didn't get it. I'll keep trying.
This was beautiful the first time I saw it, but I have a whole new perspective this time. It used to good, but now it might be a perfect film. I don't like to throw that around, but I'm so stunned and almost physically stuck in my seat right now.
This is Paul Thomas Anderson's smallest film in almost every possible sense, but is it possible it's also his best?
I have spent the past several years struggling with my Mexican-ness, or lack thereof anyways. I've never met my father, so I wasn't brought up with the culture at all. I don't know what it means to be "Mexican enough" to call myself that, and I don't know if that's even a thing. It has taken me a while to begin to accept this part of me beyond making a brief joke about liking spicy food, but I'm trying to…