Her Smell ★★★★½

“i don’t wanna see what happens next”

a claustrophobic nightmare with the volume turned all the way up until the speakers blow. in the quiet aftermath, the catharsis is strangely gratifying. chaos, regret and understanding. usually movies like this are about the rise and fall, not the other way around. elizabeth moss’s twisted monologues slide off her tongue so effortlessly that it’s almost scary, and the rest of the cast make easy work of their parts as well. this has such a unique vibe that i doubt it could ever be copied, and it seems like a daunting task to even try

“no matter what happens next, thank you for letting me be who i am”