Starting Wild Robot: “Ha, hyperfocus on task completion, this robot must be a Virgo”
Finishing Wild Robot: glasses off, can barely hear the audio over my sobs, shirt visibly damp with tears
If you need a good cry (and you’re ok with that maybe involving feelings about your mom), look no further! 🥲
Don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for forgetting to use the line “kiss me my girl, before I’m sick” when I got norovirus the day after seeing this (oh well). Anyway, Reynolds and Alma are weird little freaks who deserve each each other, and I am unsurprisingly 100% team Cyril forever
Not to express an end of life wish via letterboxd, but my 7 followers should probably know that this is precisely the type of bisexual chaos that I want at my funeral. Make it happen y’all.
This was one of those movies I finished and immediately knew I would need to rewatch in the future. There’s SO much good in it - the cinematography (the grocery store and walking shots of Owen are some of my favorite of the year), the soundtrack, and the way the movie depicts themes of nostalgia, repression, and life-altering (rather, life-stalling) fear. And while it was never scary enough to make me feel afraid, some shots were so vivid and so…
