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lulupineapple

diary entries from a clunky writer

Favorite films

  • Blade Runner
  • The Seventh Seal
  • Santa Sangre
  • Chungking Express

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  • There's No Place Like This Place, Anyplace

  • Flowing Home

    ★★★★★

  • If Only I Could Hibernate

    ★★★★

  • A Prophet

    ★★★★

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  • There's No Place Like This Place, Anyplace

    There's No Place Like This Place, Anyplace

    This is my neighbourhood now. A big reason why I think I picked it are due to the how well the Annex treated me as a teenager whenever I'd make the trek down here. I remember pulling up to the Beguiling for free comic book day and then running to the BMV to recover from the heat, a dollar drink day in hand sweats as I pass the Honest Eds sign.
    Despite never really having been there to endure the…

  • Flowing Home

    Flowing Home

    ★★★★★

    While my complaints stand on how sullen and monotonous Canadian cinema is compared to the behemoth of the American market, I never considered refraining from the need to find a monetizable identity to then capitalize on a brand of media exports, that it could be kind(?) (unintentionally, but in what results, perhaps) to lend the land of immigrants a chance to grieve the stories from where they parted. What results is, surely, incohesive— mixed bag of stuff, kind of like a thrift store, but still solid stuff.

    It seems to reflects some differences between Canadian and American dispositions

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  • Queer

    Queer

    ★★★★½

    Atmospherically I feel like WKW would’ve loved this film. Slow shots of Edward Hopper paintings lined with pop music- refreshingly creative in prose. So punchy and atmospheric, I could take another bite of the first half.

    Guadagnino taking full indulgence in age gap queer narratives I see. I could almost call it in the mood for love for queer ppl

    Eugene was damn fine tho

  • Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

    Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

    ★★★★★

    Revisiting also for the first time in 10 years. Watching this on one of the coldest days of the polar vortex, not too different than huddling over my laptop over winter break a decade ago.

    There’s something about romancing in the dead of winter that feels guttural. It’s lighting a match that survives the ongoing attack of windchill, huddling over the warmth that endures, bracing the bleak slowness of the season that can be delirious and nauseating-- and so you…