i live for long-shot, brutally chaotic, culminating third act scenes where all the priorly only verbalized shit becomes physical shit (thinking about the triangle of sadness, although it was already in the second act).
also the phrase "me estoy volviendo loco, no puedo ni llorar en español" really touched me :')
watched this on a sunday morning, what a fun way to start the day.
but on a serious note, this felt heavy and light at the same time. at some point I was just uncomfortably waiting for the moment when the mother would pass away to stop the anxious feeling that every moment could be the last one. reminded me of my grandpa's last months, so I really related to the strange mix of feelings.
at the same time, I really enjoyed the breezy warmth of danish summer.
