bulgogiboi

bulgogiboi

if you think your movie is too long, it is.

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  • A Touch of Fever
  • PlayTime
  • Scenes from a Marriage
  • I Am Love

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  • No Other Land

    ★★★★

  • Nobody Knows

    ★★★★

  • async - first light

    ★★★

  • Groundhog Day

    ★★★½

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  • No Other Land

    No Other Land

    ★★★★

    “𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.”

    After thousands of years have we not realized human life is precious? That we only get a shot at one?

    We’re on foot, on land. In the present tense. And the ground is falling beneath our feet. Everything is falling apart. Homes. People. Children. Hope. A direct call of history, reportage, art, and to us do we really see genocide as it’s happening.

    What breaks my…

  • Nobody Knows

    Nobody Knows

    ★★★★

    Does anyone really know how to be a father?

    Sometimes I want simple things. A discounted cake. Instant ramen, the ones that come in bulky styrofoam bowls. A little walk. A donut. Here are a pack of children, keeping life simple by bare essential means. A mother away. Runaway fathers.

    Independence is a lonely labor of love when you watch over those in need, your own blood. Koreeda keeps a distance, allowing the children to keep a sense of peace…

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  • Your Name Engraved Herein

    Your Name Engraved Herein

    This movie has everything. Attacking old people. Attacking priests. White savior complexes. Pagers. CGI seagulls. A Takeshi Kaneshiro look-alike. The longest shower scene you've ever seen.

    To preface, if I hear another person compare this to CMBYN just because it's gAy I swear to god you need to sit your ass back down in queer cinema 101. Jfc.

    If anything, it seems like a prequel, a rehash, of Wong Kar Wai's Happy Together. Though, here, Birdy's "craziness" is used as…

  • White River

    White River

    ★★★★

    𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
    𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬.
    𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳.
    𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

    ...

    𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
    𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳.

    ...

    𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳
    𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵.
    𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦.
    𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳.

    ...

    Good god was anyone else horny…