Andampers’s review published on Letterboxd:
Appropriately judgy about people who aren't hungry. Today at work my friend Clay said that since he had had a bite of jumbo pretzel last night he wasn't hungry at LUNCH. SIXTEEN HOURS LATER. Clay is dead to me. Whereas, Burning soaks Rusty from Oceans 11 in relevance like it's kerosene.
About paranoia and confirmation bias, indirect sunlight, how not knowing what a metaphor is is a metaphor for loneliness, soliciting (and following through on!!) book recommendations, the sins of the father activating the pride of the son, that memories submerged surface first in dreams and then, who knows, and how purposelessness draws to purpose the way a flame travels on a fuse, or how it narrows, choices shearing away, to a point.