I’m not convinced that I didn't write this… feels like it emerged from my own brain just for me.
In the name of Hugh Grant amen
Her web connects us all to a higher plane of entertainment.
One that transcends concerns of quality, consistency, logic, or character development. These things are not important here.
Here, we bask in the beauty of a train wreck of such totality that it becomes perfect, something spiritual even. An abysmal ecstasy.
Here, we are all superheroes. We are all Baby Driver-ing paramedics. We are all the conspicuously unnamed, newborn nephew of Ben Parker.
Here, we are all in the Amazon with Cassandra's mom, when she was researching spiders, right before she died. And I think that's beautiful.
interesting how kubrick has been oddly silent since this movie dropped....
kind of chaotic and doing too much cinematographically… but also death to all straight men and influencers so… werk.