intensity junkie
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the cinematic lovechild of sofia coppola & david lynch - or perhaps one of the many seeds from which both their sensibilities derived - of course i was going to love this. nothing without ceremony, nothing without weight. a gorgeous impressionistic painting depicting heaven & hell in the garden of girlhood. an idyllic, sunlit, horror-adjacent fever daydream.
the motives behind the girls' disappearance is a mystery to every man onscreen who, for the life of them, cannot fathom a single reason due…
idk why my impression of this movie was that it was serious sci-fi cinema along the lines of blade runner when it is actually a narratively mediocre, goofy spy kids ass movie with a rancid worldview at its heart and really only has its aesthetic quality going for it - loved looking at it, hated living in it. my final takeaway is that as a whole it lowkey kinda sucks but jean-paul THEE GOATier's mind cannot be fucking denied. also chris tucker as ruby rhod was unexpectedly the standout performance for me. bzzz bzzzZ bitch
laughing and crying from joy and from pain and from an inexplicable feeling that a part of you seems to have vanished before you had a chance to say goodbye. gerwig captures the golden glow of childhood, the blunt acceptance of adulthood, and every little thing in between. i miss everything too.