Me and my mother every 5 seconds of the film (except for when woody allen appeared obvs):
wow, they’re so tall!
Such a perfect movie. So funny, so sweet, so true. That ending especially. Does our generation understand how to find joy from simple things? I hope so.
I know I have a small following here on letterboxd - plus my recent inactivity - but I still wanted to share something here with you guys. During this academic year, I begun my IB Personal Project, which is a very essential part of my education. I, earlier in the summer, decided that I would centre this project around Eric Rohmer and the specific psychological aspects I associated with his films (mostly regarding synchronicity) and have been working on that…
