Just a late-stage capitalism death spiral of a fuck you film.
I feel personally attacked by Allison Williams’s character listening to Sam Harris.
The dancing. The Bulletproof. The CAMP.
“Take your shit. Take your stupid five dollar handbag.”
Mother fuck I choked up in the first 5 minutes. Pixar has perfected a filmmaking algorithm that harvests my emotions for profit.
They’re going to arrest two Jews in Poland for having a little bit of weed? Not a good look for the Polish.
Some days I just wish I could rock a single-button button-down like Jesse rocks a single-button button-down.
I have a mushy soft spot for adult men reconnecting by acting childlike.
Poor Benjy is carrying millennia of Jewish persecution on his wiry shoulders. Kieran Culkin’s eyes hide a god-tier of alien soulfulness. 🥹
Alternative title? The Id, The Superego, & The Generational Trauma
Mark Ruffalo is giving the clowniest performance I’ve seen in years, which he should take as a massive compliment.
Every frame was a gorgeous Gaudi and Dali lovechild.
Kathryn Hunter playing Tom Waitts playing Lisbeth Salander.
10/10