There is nothing I won’t watch.
“I cannot tell if it’s holding back a desire to be close or a desire to be distant.”
It’s weird. Cooper Raiff and his stories are the kind of thing that I love so much about soft artsy boys. How those boys…they do this kind of manic pixie dreamification of themselves. Romanticizing themselves into what they think a man written by a woman would look like. And it is at once deeply endearing and gently pitiful. The sort of taste…
PTA came out and introduced the film. Credits rolled and I felt that too full type of sadness that comes from loving movies with every fiber of your being and not just feeling, but knowing you’re too young and too old all at once.
The power of youth is the endless possibility and blind faith that whatever you want is just within arms reach. That intoxicating quality so often leaves too quickly as girls become women, but merely shifts and…