A monument to friendship. And the permanence of impermanent friends.
I cried on the rewatch, which is rare.
The movie doesn’t set out to do more than it needs to. Its faith to innocence and simplicity makes its depth all the more surprising, and poignant. It sings in the small moments, frozen in time but timeless.
As Tim O’Brien once wrote, “that’s a true story that never happened”.
It feels as true now as I’m sure it did then.…
This kind of movie formula— containing two characters to a particular setting and time— usually works on me. This movie presents quiet despair, well contextualized against the backdrop of a budget holiday marked by hotel construction and buying rugs you can’t afford. Despair sits under the surface of every scene, yet the movie does a good job of avoiding oversharing. This movie captures the awkward confines of youth particularly well— a girl too mature for kids her age but too…
This movie is well done start to finish. The acting, soundtrack, and cinematography are beautiful. There are some truly poignant and captivatingly constructed scenes. Ones that come to mind are Maura’s car pursuit, the cliffs where David says he’s done, and the final lawn chair scene. The cast gives a stellar performance. Timothee Chalamet infuses an intense humanity into dereliction. This work tells me something new; I look for little else from a movie.
