rating system is my own emotional pendulum
we’re all going to hell anyway….,,
♡q&a with gregg araki♡
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
falls in love with childhood chair then heals inner child
some thoughts: i liked how although the protagonist is initially constantly interrogating white imperialism / the colonial nature of tourism, as well as the dichotomy of first/third world binaries, and yet she still ends up marrying a white love interest. the film has the capacity to engage with this kind of discourse, but her choices r still between two ignorant white dudes— one of which is fetishistic and orientalist, the other who thinks india is less progressive and backwards. this is…
brb crying at how beautiful and hard love is 🥺