I’ve attempted writing a few different things for how I feel about this film but nothing seems to be making sense to I’ll just say how I felt leaving the screening room of watching it.
I’m known to be quite a fast walker, (a speed walker if you will), but once I stepped outside the upper Manhattan high rise onto the sidewalk two blocks away from Central Park, I felt I lost my ability to walk fast. The walk back…
“heaven is over-rated. there’s nothing there.”
it feels weird even attempting to write about this film in any way but here we go.
ever since i watched Uncle Boonmee for the first time, i’ve been in dire need of a rewatch. and when’s a better time than midnight when you’re not doing your best.
usually with my favorite films, i will ask myself why i didn’t watch it sooner. or i get genuinely mad that i only just now discovered…
I thought this would be a Christopher Nolan film I could actually understand but I was wrong
the perfect example of two genres existing in extreme ways at the same time and doing it right
