Stunningly nightmarish and disquieting with the most fitting soundtrack. More Sofia Gubaidulina pls.

I'm torn between posting a witty one-liner and breaking down everything I absolutely loathed about this amateur ass film.

I don't remember it verbatim but there's a cliché along the lines of "you can see the reflection of the artist in their work" and honestly, yes, I can plainly see a director whose single experience with music/jazz was in high school.

Okay, looks like I'm leaning towards that break down but I'll need a beer first.

Even recalling this film curls my lips into a bashful smile. Linklater has such a knack for capturing genuine human behaviour; the rush of crush, the ramble of a late night conversation, the pang of loneliness in a goodbye. It's so easy to transpose yourself into this film and watch it with nostalgia.