When she says at the end of "The Brutalist" "its the destination not the journey", she definitely wasn't talking about Mad God.
Descend into the murky, icky, dark, writhing, metallic, squelching depths and try not to think about why and you'll enjoy this. Though "enjoy" is probably the wrong word
Epic in every sense of the word.
A great metaphor for filmmaking as a process, the best depiction of the artist and patron relationship and a huge example of making something that will stand the test of time
Like if The Dude was a massive dyke and slightly less stoned
Classic Ghibli and Miyazaki fair. Fantastical creatures, mature themes, incredible animation just don't expect any of it to make sense, but that's the point - grief is confusing especially at a young age.
