Has faults but they’re few.
I’ve dinged it by half a star this time.
I subconsciously detached from it on this viewing. I find lots of it very upsetting and perhaps chose a time when I haven’t got enough emotional bandwidth to handle it. So I withdrew and it hurt my watching experience. That’s on me.
A monkey constantly litters and inexplicably sings a lot.
For the love of GOD go and see this in a cinema. Prove the dipshits dunking on its’ commercial performance wrong.
I’m blown away and I’ll save a sincere review for my second viewing.
Fair warning…this is an essay.
This film means a lot to me so I thought I’d try and construct my history with it. I’m not completely certain of when I first saw Se7en but I do remember some details.
I think I was 10 or 11 years old, putting it sometime in 1998. At a friend’s house who’s parents allowed them to watch films rated above what my parents let me see. I would - as any budding film fan…
