for what it intended to be its good. i just can’t hack the breakthrough that queues a sentimental music montage featuring a slow mo dance party with everyone she knows and loves at you guessed it, new years.
does it feel like bridget jones anymore?
i think it handled the sexy fun into the sad okay, and it was a fun hungover watch.
Guadagnino is at this new pinnacle of fluid storytelling. The premise, his most interesting of his feature films. that doesn’t make it greater but his movement forwards is incredibly exciting to witness.
gosh i almost wish the obsession was romanticised, it’s festering and grotesque.
The absence of love takes up spatial location, im watching a man dissolving in this humid longing, it feels sticky.
i am obsessed with this film. what a film. fuck.
The sequence in the jungle when…
tears were not only shed for the score, the art direction, and my favourite cinematographer, but tears were shed for those that will never feel this film so deeply inside them and will never internalise that art does not have to just encapsulate healthy, idealised versions of human relationships.
does it glamorise the unhealthy? oh does it? of fucking course it does. How narrow-minded it is to dismiss this film merely for its romanticisation. behaving like it was an unintentional…
watching this makes life feel vibrant, although there are pretty violating claims made about this film, the actual FILM is tumultuously written and very invigorating.
