All I know how to do is watch film uwu and cry.
I cannot fucking believe my biggest review is my dumb Maze Runner review I hate this place.
“What do you wanna be when you grow up?”
“I don’t know, everything?”
When I was first asked what did I want to be when I grow up, I was five. At that time, I remember being hyperfixtated with dinosaurs, and thus, I responded with, “Palaeontologist.”
Years passed and hyperfixtations would fade and new ones would be gained. I would gain legitimate special interests that will stick with me forever. Yet the question still remains, but you become more bombarded…
Malignant is a testament to the power of imagery. When I was looking through Letterboxd reviews for this, what I noticed is that not a lot of really mentioned how visceral Wan’s imagery is. For instance, when I think of horror auteurs like Cronenberg, Zulawski or Argento, the power of horror lies in their imagery. Cronenberg isn’t Cronenberg without the pure mechanical grotesque that comes along with him. Zulawski bombards his films with hyperbolic images. Argento douses his films in…
Hear the fire crackle, licking everything around it.
Look at the warm embers of the fire, glowing red with a burning passion.
Look at the strokes of a paintbrush spreading warm hues and bursts of colour across a canvas, creating presence and a sense of melancholy.
Look at the waves crashing against the rocks and let the Breeze caress you, as intimate as it can be.
Remember the friends you may have missed or the lovers that you had, can…