Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Pretentious smegma that pains you to endure it and gives you nothing in return. I really, honestly, eagerly queued this up - I loved the concept, I loved the idea of a tacky ghost subduing the emotional impact of his legacy transpiring before his eyes. I wanted musings on impermanence, I wanted suggestions of eternality, I wanted subdued or grandiose statements on how it means to live after your own death. Instead, Rooney Mara eats pie for twenty minutes. Instead,…
A woman learns nothing about herself, and neither do you. There is one conversation that veers on clairvoyance - the idea of not being qualified to love - but the meat of this lies in that statement there. Like the knit cap man who continually shows up in the film to no avail or significance, the film is whatever you want to assign to it. You'll notice the other reviews for this feel like creative writing exercises: Those who found meaning are predisposed to find it everywhere. This sounds romantic and desirable, and it is. But taste cannot be defined by pretension alone.