there’s something about that iconic mcconaughey vocal fry that just really solidifies the entire film

malcolm and marie’s long tangents about life and film criticism go nowhere. feels like i got berated by this movie for no reason and more importantly doesn’t even give me any reason to give a shit about either one of them

Disney really said CTRL+C & CTRL+V and we let them get away with it

women in the 60’s (even now) feels pressure and anxiety in order to maintain their beauty, and it’s absolutely nerve-wrecking to see this with Cléo. but i couldn’t imagine another french new wave director creating this movie. merci Agnès Varda!