the least subtle thing i’ve seen in a very long time (lmao)

but to its credit, this movie didn’t really seem concerned with being anything especially subversive — just a very well-made tantrum of sadness, anger, and repulsion in the face of ageist misogyny. i mean, i get it, girl

lots of shots objectifying and expressing disgust at women’s bodies in equal measure. perhaps a more precise and inquisitive film might have pushed itself to explore the experience of inhabiting…

a whirlwind time at the movies. the vegas montage alone leaves you lightheaded with that golden, twinkling edm soundtrack and those neon lights shining in mikey madison’s hair. it’s enough to blind you a little at first, certainly enough to convince you to see what possibly comes next 

i’m not totally sold on where anora took me after that, though. i maintain that i felt acutely aware of sean baker’s presence in this film. i could feel him pulling the…