Adored this the first time I saw it and a second viewing has me feeling like I underrated it. I’m obsessed with the way Baumbach can fill his movies with so much external detail that helps reveal the character’s interiority in ways so small you sometimes can’t even notice. Here I feel like shots and specific compositions are designed to directly illuminate the dynamic between the characters, in ways words can’t effectively convey. Within the first 5 minutes I was…

Figures that a modern day Heathers redux would be as dumb and needlessly aggravating as modern days themselves. Sam Levinson must have attended the Ingrid Goes West/Flower school of feminist film making and evidently he failed every class. A total shit show even if it didn’t have the poor fortune of coming out in the wake of Eighth Grade, Revenge, and the new season of American Vandal, all of which cover similar territory infinitely better. Worst of all is Levinson…