a haunting allegory about my relationship with my dog
i liked this a lot more the second time through, feels like i was able to watch it for what it is (a devastating tragedy about a person filling the void left in their life by their parents and the world that abandoned them with the one thing they have left, their work) rather than what i wanted it to be (a movie that has much at all to say about sexuality and gender)
this was really well done on a technical level. the writing (minus some really lazy jokes), direction, performances, editing, all great. but i can’t really shake the feeling that it was written to appeal largely to a certain kinda millennial lefty man who is sick of all the gender and safe spaces and softness in the modern left, and that it attempts to appeal to them on a fairly superficial level at that. it adopts the trappings of leftism while…
the safdie’s narcissistic-white-guy-who-cares-about-nothing-but-himself-makes-a-series-of-increasingly-poor-decisions-that-every-salesbro-you-know-will-take-exactly-the-wrong-message-from cinematic universe is getting a lil stale tbh, but i had a good time
and mark my words, this movie will do for unibrows what top gun: maverick did for handlebar mustaches