the original 1975 version of the voyeuristic reels you consume of creators making hello kitty meals for their blue collared husbands, the sorority girl’s morning routine in her dorm room, the many days in the life, but in the most bleakest form possible.
i got increasingly annoyed every time her son failed to say thank you and every time she had to turn off the light and shut the door. GAHHH
the birthplace of french pretension
also JPL is so good at playing the insufferable man baby that it begs the question of whether he’s even really acting at this point
feeling conflicted about this film. it was really interesting how they integrated real life issues of abuse, assault, and mental health into the discourse of the film, despite its largely ironic plot of cannibalism. i couldn’t take it seriously sometimes because of it… very odd.
and timothée’s skin baring jeans really put me on edge lmao
