It’s embarrassing that I’m going to be referencing this in conversation with friends for the next several months now.

Love that boomer yuppie purgatory is essentially Florida.

Every movie Claire Denis directs is too fuckin sexy. The pulse on his bicep cutting into that s-tier last scene? Denis is right, Herman Melville is so gay.

Georges Méliès was a fucking psychopath. Imagine watching this 115 years ago for a nickel and shitting your pantaloons or whatever the hell.