writing and directing the world’s first feature length film entirely in Pig Latin
what if you had an awful dream - a true dream, a terrible premonition, something you knew was real and all the more wrong for it - and then you woke up. how could you explain it to someone? you might get it right for just a second - “there was something awful in the rafters. i could feel its breath on my neck. i think it was right behind me” - but the more you tried to explain it,…
holy shit
changing my pronouns after this (not a joke)
extremely frustrating and disappointing - at its best when it strains against the romance formula and lets dakota and pedro do the weird long take monologues, lingers in the silences between these obviously manufactured and theatrical set pieces and deconstructs femcel ideology but some studio exec i guess wanted more poorly written zero chemistry romance?
utterly unromantic, at times on purpose! tons of potential hampered by an EXTREMELY weak script and annoyingly uneven cinematography - formally infuriating in the framing…
