I started writing these as unsorted thoughts on Bluesky chewing through a bunch of choppy tweets, so I decided to scrap that and just put this on here instead. Not a review, just working through this right after watching it instead of going to sleep.
Okay, so I guess this isn't an easy thing to grapple with, but I'll always appreciate art that approaches self-annihilation and absolute negation with understanding and without condescension. I find the way the movie frames…
No one this year has looked as cool as Saori Izawa does when she gets stylish (literal) blood red streaks in her blonde hair in the final fight. That's what movies were invented for.
Wrong city, wrong people.
Capitalism's greatest asset is that it'll sell you a fantasy of escaping it, while you're fully aware of the illusion and you'll still resign to run down that path as it grinds you to dust.
As long as I give it what it wants, I'm sure it will remember me.
Uh, yeah, this one did not age at all.
Ok, fine, stylistically and formally, it has aged very much - mid-00's anime is written over its every frame, which, take it or leave it, only adds to the charm for me, but I wouldn't blame anyone for not responding to it positively, particulary to the more antiquated goofs and artistic elements. More importantly though, the…
