This one will stay in my brain forever. Where part 1 uses naturalism as a restraint, part 2 embraces liberation, catharsis, and dives head first into the surreal. 

This has a lot to say, especially when it comes to the way that art and personal experience are interchangeable. I’m not sure if that’s what Joanna Hogg intended, but that’s what I took away. We’re watching a young woman grow into herself after experiencing an extreme trauma. In turn she finds her voice as a person and an artist- and we get the sense (sometimes literally) that it’s based on her life. I think that’s the whole thing? Like, what’s the point of storytelling if not to stare reality in the face? 

I also think it’s hard to say this movie is “good” because it debunks the idea that art can be classified. It’s subjective, meant to be felt, and so much of the beauty is in the process. The fact that she’s able to pull that off without it feeling pretentious  further solidifies her brilliance.