“you don’t mind undressing for men?”
“no, I despise humanity.”
“so do I!”
things me and angela have in common:
• both virgos who over-analyze everything
• can never decide if she wants to wear her hair up or down - she goes from having it full down, to an updo, and then back to having it full down, to having it half-up half-down all in the same scene and oh my god ME!! also, bangs!
• winged eyeliner
• argues with…
“we just have to keep on veering, that's all.”
this movie is so many things to me. It’s my anxiety forcing me to miss days and days of school. It’s me waking up at 6am and begging my dad not to make me go because I just can’t deal with it all again today. this movie is my dad driving me all around our small town, and into the city, and up and down every highway. It’s my dad stopping…
where do I even BEGIN with this...?
bitter farce that slowly turns kind of...sweet?
I guess I’ll start with the fact that cary elwes gets away with the most convincing persona remodel of a comedic performance, complete with a truck stop mustache, grandad glasses, and a southern accent and it all just...works so well?? I’m not kidding when I tell you how easily I bought into his performance. like I know he’s an ACTOR and his job is to convincingly…
every other harry potter movie: who are you?
prisoner of azkaban: I’m you but stronger
I can’t stop thinking about what it would’ve meant for 13 year old me to see this film - to see kayla stumble through her sentences and struggle to make eye contact and have a panic attack in the bathroom before a pool party - to know that I wasn’t alone even when I felt like no one in the whole world had ever felt what I was feeling. for that, my 13 year old awkard self, along with my 23 year old just as awkard self, wants to say a huge thank you thank you thank you to bo burnham 💗
