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“Mutual aid, communism, polycules, I mean that’s the way movies are gonna be made in the future” - Vera Drew
Was blessed with a screening of the 35mm film print with an introductory Q&A with Vera herself—who handed out flowers and stickers to everyone, that was adorable—which just so happened to coincide with my 20th viewing of the film! Felt like a serendipitous full-circle moment for me and Andy; we took a three hour road trip to see it in…
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isabel and tara are like family to me
there is still time
One of those movies that stared into my soul and reflected it back at me, blinding like a flashlight in the mirror, it’s been like 15 minutes since the credits finished rolling and I’m still stunlocked. I genuinely feel like I just saw my life flash before my eyes, every time I fumbled a social interaction and could only communicate through a shared interest, every time someone made…
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I’m not gonna lie, when Alvin started bullshitting a song about eating cheese balls to the tune of Staying Alive, I immediately recognized that as a thing I do constantly as an AuDHD girlie, stimming with the familiar cadence of a song but smushed into the shape of whatever mindless task is at hand to keep the focus going. It was a cute moment, and from then on the rest of the movie kept reflecting my own neurodivergent teen years…
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Obsessed with the tone shift that happens here, the first third of the movie’s this neon rush of euphoria, a constant flood of club pop and montages of Ani and Vanya’s posse partying, hooting and hollering and screwing from New York to Vegas and back, this is what being dumb and in love* in your early 20s feels like, pure beautiful rowdy girl cinema (love the found footage style cuts by the by, the pacing’s so fast but also entirely…
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Admit it’s a hit and we’ll go on from there
We played a charade that was lighter than air
A good old-fashioned affair
As I sing this finale, I hope it’s up your alley
In a way the Rob Zombie’s Halloween II of Joker movies, a loosely plotted, emotionally intense character study, a fully psychological plunge into the fragmented mind of someone unable to fully grasp their trauma, taking different paths but still ending up in largely similar endpoints. The…
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Honestly the more I think about it, the more shocked at how overwhelmingly negative the response to this film has been and how personally I think its audience has taken its ultimate message. I don’t think this is a film that hates its audience, I think it cares a lot about Arthur and wants you to as well, taking its time to really sit with him and consider how he’s feeling, have a conversation and a cigarette or two (or…
