on and off alcoholic. i think im the protagonist of a takeshi kitano movie
screenwriter. no longer funny.
shout outs to the two old europeans that walked out 10 mins in at IFC you guys arent built for this shit.
heartbreaking movie. classic anno shit, im genuinely impressed that this fuck still manages to sucker punch me randomly when i think i know his toolbox by this point.
beautiful little view into fleeting youth, forced adulthood and the passage of time with sprinkles of classic anno self hatred and alienation. shot insanely interesting as well, although there were…
maybe i’m a simpleton. maybe i don’t see enough music biopics. maybe me having no clue who robbie williams is (uncultured american) elevated this. maybe it’s a combination of all of the above.
but i went to this movie to see Monkey Sing. i left this shit relating to the imposter syndrome, self-hatred, self-destruction, struggle with depression, desire to protect yourself/be liked by coming off as a flippant douche and isolation you get by being surrounded by “more talented” peers.…