sometimes too much is too much

hell hath no fury like the eldest daughter of an ambitious father

this movie is a home to me — mmmliterally.

kosovo, my broken motherland, is full of broken families like this one. full of Herculean mothers, too. 

I cried the most at the orange red jars with green lids, the family asleep in one room on mattress pads, the lace curtains, the deepest red peppers, the stone village-scape, the untranslatable phrases, the elder woman’s humor-wisdom, and even at that one ringtone. 

I cried because, in many ways, this is who Kosovo still is, now decades past the war. The wounds are still fresh, families still broken, but even still, we dance valle 

👐🏼👐🏼👐🏼🇽🇰🇽🇰🇦🇱🇽🇰🇽🇰🇽🇰🇽🇰🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱👐🏼👐🏼👐🏼

while i do think this is a psyop, it’s a cute one. Ken Leung’s accent was jarring and unnecessary though — and he was actually really bad at it too?

full disclosure: i did fall asleep during the climax apparently