Wes’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm okay, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody, amen."
cinema is the only art form that can show us who we really are. charlie kaufman understood this, and perfected that concept it with this film. a masterpiece for all time.
(and holy shit thank you for 1,000 followers. i could have probably picked a more uplifting movie but i had to see this soon. to get to log on and talk to you awesome people about something we all collectively love is something i dont take for granted <3)