where’s the oscar for amy’s delivery of “...you’re not a lutheran?”

haven’t seen the immigrant experience depicted onscreen with as much nuance and care as it is here. still milling over certain scenes in my head because of how true they rang, and i think it’s remarkable how so many people (particularly children of immigrants, like myself) from so many different cultures have found themselves within this film, even though the first-gen experience isn’t necessarily its primary focus. it’s just so strange, and more painful somehow (even in a movie this undeniably tender), seeing it from the other side.

the scene where bella gets her wound stitched up by carlisle is rife with more sexual tension and chemistry than she has with jacob and edward combined there i FUCKING SAID IT.

did johnny depp really vape out of a skull or did i hallucinate that