I’ve been reading Know My Name and wanted to see some of Chanel’s artwork. It’s such a short thing that feels unfair to review, necessarily, but I would say it is an effective trailer for the book and a decent introduction to her story and artwork.
God, I felt that last shot.
This movie felt like curling up in a blanket with a mug of hot cocoa in front of a wood stove while simultaneously lying out in the sun at a picnic with the most decadent spread of beautiful and tantalizing confections. It’s beautiful. It’s warm. It’s comforting. It’s seductive. It’s enchanting. It’s haunting.
I don’t know if I can say anything about this film that hasn’t already been said. I understand the Timothée Chalamet love now. I adored Michael Stuhlbarg in this, as I always do. The other performances were strong as well. I feel like I’ve been blessed.
I couldn’t wait to see this, and I was avoiding reviews and spoilers like the plague. I f’ing loved it. It looked amazing (the aspect ratio seemed to play tricks on me; at times it felt claustrophobic, like characters were running into walls, and at others it seemed to stretch darkness at the side of shots further), the performances were superb (Willem DaFriend, marry me), and it was so much funnier than I ever could have predicted. Even my dad liked it!