watching movies sporadically. non-binary non-practicing intellectual. they/them.
going thru an anime phase again for some reason
there was truly no saving me from this. i’ve been a hater of the existence of this movie with the knowledge that i would sit my ass down, watch it anyways, and love the hell out of it. doomed from the start. the second i heard the first chords of no one mourns the wicked the tears started. everyone asking me if i liked it like YEAH 1. i have taste and 2. i just love wicked so much dude……
dazai with chuuya face down ass up between his legs: yeah anyways peace and love to all. those guys gotta handle shibusawa now.
can confirm that on a second rewatch the plot did not get clearer but my love for nakahara chūya did get deeper. the final fight with the dragon is still fucking awesome. soukoku still in their loving divorce era and annoying as hell. i hope they explode into 1000 pieces. rashomon and their snatched itty bitty waist okayyy violet chachki! 💅🏻 somebody please help me these gay people have taken over my life
this got me and the squad with parental issues sitting together in one row in the cinema with snot gurgling in their throats and sobbing their eyes out. can you believe dr strange has to release after this. if i were marvel i’d simply vault it away forever.
too many moments where several people (looking at u miles teller and glen powell) should’ve kissed on the mouth with tongue and didn’t!!! watched this completely on a whim and the bus razed down the road to the cinema real quick and it was for this movie. had a blast. crazy how on edge this made me feel.