Pints are class
The sound of typewriters, boots hitting the pavement, the screeches of car tyres, the deep, mysterious voices on the other end of the phone line, the smell of cigarettes lifting the air, the look of the grey newsrooms, the soaked gloomy reflective streets of nighttime D.C., the empty car parks filled with vehicles, packed with sounds but lacking in voices.
An incredibly sexy film for all these reasons.
I had no fucking clue this was on Letterboxd. But oh my god. I have never felt so represented on screen before with Connell. The shyness, the anxiety, the quietness in not saying much with friends, not feeling like you fit in anywhere even though you have multiple groups of mates, that feeling of love that is just so moving and captivating that you can't explain. The scene after the debs, I related.
I don't know if it's just because…
Call me woke or a virtue signaller or whatever the fuck you want but fuck David O'Russell.
Dude is an absolute piece of shit who groped his niece, admitted to it and blamed it on them transitioning.
He screamed at fucking extras leading to a fistfight with george clooney, made amy adams cry on set, screamed at lily tomlin.
I just wanted anyone who is going to give their money for this movie to know how awful a human he is.