if i was in a pam grier movie, i probably would provoke her too, simply so she would beat me up and kill me.
the appeal of this movie for me is definitely more style than substance. the outfits go crazy, the cars gleam, and the soundtrack bangs.
to my friend watching with me, slightly brightening the room every five minutes with his phone screen:
fuck you, joel
sometimes i too get the urge to leave without taking anything with me. in 2025, i hope i’m the kind of strong where i can smile unfazed by a world that doesn’t care if i’m happy or not.