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“He makes me do things I don’t want to do. He makes me say things I don’t want to say.”
These were the opening lyrics to Autumn’s (Sidney Flanigan) composition which she performed at a talent show at high school. By midway, one of her male peers from the audience loudly jests, silencing her. It took her a good ten to twenty seconds before she had the courage to finish the song. This silence leads to a nexus of quiet…
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Where does happiness come from? Is it internal or is it inherent in our relationships with other human beings? Do we become happy by entering a romantic relationship, buying something new, or spending time with others? Happiness is subjective, and though our sources of happiness may be physical or spiritual, Ari Aster's Midsommar suggests that a way of achieving both physical and spiritual forms of happiness is through expungement; to purge our plaintive relationships and to rebirth ourselves by entering…
absolutely intoxicating. brilliant way to capture the beauty of reality up to the tiniest shred of detail but what really struck me the most here was the film’s economical use of hands as a symbol of humanism; as much as it can commit complicit acts, it can also mould some of the most alluring and exquisite things mankind can ever possibly conceive. it’s mostly plotless, but it’s not about the narrative, but more on viewing life as an arbitrary sequence…