british answer to stuart little

it's like mr g wrote the screenplay, in the best way possible

zac efron to play joe rogan, you heard it hear first

i hope i live to see AI solve human-cetacean communication. also, ric o'barry is a fucking boy

put down the guitar for one second bro

this film gave me a boner with a capital O

sleuths across the internet try to decipher the mysteries of this film. while plotlines reveal themes, adhering to a coherent narrative just doesn't seem v hairline dave.

i went to watch MHD with my folks in the cinema the week after he passed. our interpretations all differed from when we'd last watched it and from each other. that's the beauty of the dream, doesn't have to make 'sense' for it mean something immense.

the girls are definitely fighting: bosh 💪
tasteful & tantalizing cinematography: bosh 💪
ralph fiennes slaying in vestments: bosh 💪
cunty vaping cardinals: bosh 💪
diva stanley tucci: bosh 💪
intersex mexican pope: bosh 💪

first 15 mins: 1 star, yank black mirror/peelification of modern sci fi 👎

gains a star every 10 mins after.
looses 1 for a gaping plothole.

i feel for whoever dates sophie thatcher-you'll never really be sure. early oscar contender performance and hopefully a familiar face on films to come.

every question the film asks about the future is also an allegory for the now.

felt like a ghibli but without the pretty drawings. not a long film but it felt like one. i found it difficult to get swept away with the story and i think this is largely because the opening dialogue/plot felt unnatural and crowbarred.

despite this, almodoVAR leaves you pondering the questions the story seems to be asking and is still worth a watch if you enjoy julliane moore performances as much as i do.

poor truman