my life in movies
what is it with this recent trend in women-focused biopics to pivot on the jokerification — or, better yet, pablo larraínification (patient zero being spencer) — of the female icon whose story no one ever *really* knew? i will cut the latter some slack; it was never this unaware (even when it dumbly frees diana of her own personal nightmare at the end) and, to my surprise, never this boring. pre-trailer, blonde’s entire marketing strategy was releasing stills wherein de…
oh my god. it was so funny. this was one of the best theater experiences i’ve had since avengers endgame, i’m not even kidding. everyone was laughing throughout, but we were full on fucking hollering when they first showed [REDACTED] harry. at the title card, one guy started to crack up and then everyone in the theater died. it was so great.
i have nothing to say about the movie. great score! florence is so beautiful in this. but god, it was so fucking funny.
“it must be great to know what you want to do. i’ve got no idea at all. i just go from one day to the next.”
i’ve had a lot of stress weighing down on me recently. most of it can be attributed to college, but there’s a good portion that can be blamed on me overthinking. i do that a lot, but sometimes it gets to be too much. it’s the worst when i’m thinking about my future, and…
sparks fly as bullets land and disappear just as quickly. i watched this movie as the god himself intended, in the wee hours of the night.
“the road wasn’t that long... and i knew i’d be getting off soon. but at that moment, i felt such warmth.”
there’s something that changes in the air after the clock strikes 12. people become more vulnerable, more carnal, more themselves. it’s suddenly normal to make impulsive decisions and to hear screams echo down…