baby, you are gonna miss that plane.
i’m a writer and an idiot, so i tell you this with supreme confidence: every movie is four stars!
kiki’s a country witch who re-pots herself in a bustling metropolis. so many beautiful themes and truths of life woven across this gorgeously wrought story. reminds me that living is putting yourself out there, and home is where you make it, even when it’s cold and miserable. people pick each other up because they’ve been low before. so much of pushing yourself across the threshold is learning what puts the wind in your sails. very very nice.
people may say it’s slight, but also isn’t life? broad swaths of my life have been just about finding my footing, and i can’t even fly.
a movie that’s meant to be recalled vaguely, like a dream, like a love, “i think there was a dance sequence. we were in my high school gym, and you were there, but you weren’t really you, but i knew it was you.”
frowned the whole way through, then unraveled it with my hands afterwards, feeling at peace with it. became frustrated that i had to unravel it in my hands, and then, remembering art, felt silly for being frustrated.…
turns out doc brown was actually training all his life to be a really good boyfriend and guess what that rules.
also I’m building up a pretty bulletproof wall of evidence for my theory of “tom holland learned his american accent through studying tapes of eighties michael j fox”