cult classics aficionada (amongst other things)
one wouldn't be exaggerating when saying that this movie borders the creation of its own cinematic genre. there isn't a single facet that i didn't like, but above everything else, i especially found a bit of myself in the first cop's obsession with expiration dates as it underscores his fear of abandonment, and in the second cop's penchant to talk to inanimate objects as a depiction of the loneliness that follows him everywhere.
worth the watch, especially if you're some twentysomething looking for solace to your misery in others' own sorrows, as every adult in this movie goes home at the end of the day to a nearly wrecked domestic life. occasionally razor-sharp, a study in how a man becomes a father to himself and others. how grim!
“i’m sorry for dropping your hand.” - ATW
“i’m sorry. thank you.” - M&M
all too well reminds me of malcom & marie—if malcom had apologized for not thanking marie and if he hadn’t dropped her hand, if if if.
it’s the “if only” factor, yes, and god if you’re a songwriter (& a movie director, but i genuinely don’t think i would’ve liked the film as much if it wasn’t for its lyrical context) who’s somehow capable of fitting all the…
tell me why i couldn’t put two and two together and only realized once i was back from the theater that thor asked mjölnir to protect jane, which it couldn’t really do in terms of the cancer. therefore mjölnir turned jane into mighty thor purposefully to ensure she would get into valhalla?
felt like everyone in this movie is playing a satire of themselves — the humour was downright oppressive, pacing issues all over the place. also, some of the more cringe-worthy dialogue i’ve heard in a blockbuster: natalie’s “first, second, third...” was painful.