Goddamn.
Watch this.
So beautiful, so sad, so touching. Like, ya know.
I saw a billboard in LA the other day that said “Selena Gomez is astounding in Emelia Perez” and it reminded me that I watched this over winter break and that that sentence could not be further from the truth.
It’s not well done in any way, but I think the story is extremely interesting and fresh and new. Especially in a world full of remakes.
This has gotta be my favorite movie ever.
This movie was me watching myself grow up while also discovering that my parents are real people too across 2.5 stunning, sad, and beautiful hours.
While I’m grateful my childhood lacked many of the parental drama issues, the immense amount of parallels being a boy growing up in Texas can’t help but make me be biased.
The dead man trampoline game. Putting up Obama signs in Texas. Your dad playing The Flaming…
Finally got around to watching this on a plane and this was so upsetting.
Recently I’ve seen some discourse on if conservatives can make good art and this is proof that they can.
I laughed. I cried. I got what they were trying to do.
But holy fuck we are living in neoliberal hell if this is how we have to show people that the patriarchy is bad 😭😭