i watched this right after reading a lovely essay by jacqueline rose on simone weil on the train so i'm just thinking about love for the other that doesn't strive to deny or do away with ambivalence or one's own capacity for cruelty, about how justice can only exist if it exists for the most downtrodden, and about the ultimate frailty of force.

this is a very romantic and a very gentle film, all the sweeter for its dryness. kati…

High pulp Cronenberg -- I can't not like this shit! I love the meandering plot impelled solely by wearing out its big brained concepts to exhaustion and I love the complete disregard for MFA "show don't tell" bullshit. Surgical equipment nerd lesbians and organ tattoo perverts are the chorus who drily explain all the worldbuilding and pseudoscience to you and give you permission to geek out over the whatever weird gross gadgets David came up for us this time. Viggo…

- fujoshi rights

- in my head all of tilda'a outfits in this movie were just whatever she showed up to set wearing that day

- the gym instructor scene was so jarringly goofy and funny and sweet

- how can you watch a scene like that and then come on letterboxd and be like "bzzt not gay enough." like i'm sorry but maybe this movie is gayer than u

- the comments on here about it sounding google translated…