this movie hit different. i got fully carried away by the beauty. the settings, the costume details, the boho, happy vibe of the crew, josh o’connor’s hands. but for a while, it felt like that was it. just the visuals. no real purpose. but no…
kept thinking about property and treasure. things that don’t belong to anyone anymore. i once bought a little house with a buddha at a thrift store. it still had grains of rice inside. i loved…
acho que grande mensagem é nunca deixarmos de acumular mídia física, tipo vinil e dvds pra ter o que fazer dentro dos bunkers que vamos invadir dos ricos.
i think the marketing confused me more than it convinced me - endless influencer campaigns and paid threads that crank expectations with a stake that’s way too big and sharp. it’s this weird loop where even great movies feel like they owe you something just because they can’t match the hype. not every film needs to try this hard to sell itself. eggers has been stuck in this trap for years - does anyone remember the marketing for the witch?…
