I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Watched the 3 hour director’s cut! Wow. I see the scene where Salieri and Mozart are composing the funeral march sort of the same as Pacino and De Niro’s first meeting in Heat. They’d obviously interacted dozens of times before, but never so intimately or with such truth, like they were actually meeting for the first time. In another life they might’ve been friends. Maybe they already were!
You never really shake that feeling of seeing darkness in your parents that you don’t understand yet. The sudden realization that holes are being poked in your perfect image of them, and you don’t know whether to resent them or pity them or all of the above. I don’t like to get very personal with reviews but it’s hard to separate my thoughts on Aftersun from my own experiences, and it’s worth mentioning that I’ve probably never felt so acutely…
Electrifying… an expressionistic masterpiece… i dont wanna rock dj but you’re making me feel so nice…
House of Cinema - BETTER MAN🐒 (if you’re a patron and seeing me log this over a month after the actual episode no you’re not)
I mourn how good this movie could have been but it’s always great to get that rush of adrenaline the moment Donnie Yen shows up on screen
