destruction and voyeurism as acts of privilege that incriminate each other.

having worked my fair share of underpaid service gigs the one thing i've always felt missing from most class-conscious dramas were the joys of solidarity. by merging the emotionally crushing and psychologically taxing experience of having yourself contorted through the lens of—often undignified—workplace policy with a borderline screwball comedy, bujalski locates that truly bizarre feeling of finding yourself caring about a place you know is abusing you (and your body), and throwing your all into it because you love the people and know that they're worse off without you. final scene is one the most truthful, cathartic expressions of labor unity there's ever been.

a feature length adaptation of blue lives matter twitter and that one interview article where mark wahlberg said he'd have single-handedly prevented 9/11 had he been on one of the hijacked planes

"[there's] always another day, right?"

a soft, relaxing ode to the brave act of getting out of bed every morning, and continuing to find your own avenues of creativity, love and support in a world that doesn’t hand you any. practically radical in its insistence on a simple, quiet, warm existence where everyone in the american working class is striving, creating and loving despite everything else trying to confine them. your first and last piece of art is the life you live—monumental, highly doubt there will be a better movie this year.