Tomorrow is my last day at my job. I kinda feel migratory, heading up north for the summer to a cooler climate and a higher paying job. I’m not sure where we’ll head after that… maybe the coast. I just wish it wasn’t so damn expensive.
All birds have a home in the wetlands, the sparrows and thrushes bending the willow branches while harriers hunt overhead. Burrowing owls camp out in their palaces of dirt a stone’s throw from where…
In Take Out (20 years old now wow), a good 1/3 of the movie is shots of transactions. Ming Ding lingering in front of a growing number of doors as we become immersed the redundancy of his labor. Cash, coins, tips, language barriers and wordless disappointments. We see the toll this takes on him, the emotional burden brought on by the alienation of his labor.
Anora takes this, draws it out, adds flourishes and depth. And at the end of it all? Just another transaction :( ouch
