Holy moly dude this movie left me emotionally hollowed out in a way that I did not expect at all. Sort of like the emotional equivalent of when you spend too long outside in the sun and it just kind of messes you up. Which is, I suppose, appropriate. I think there's something about the way it captures grief, making literal the ways it cannot be resolved backwards in time. The ways that little moments before, during, and after stand…

While I was driving home from this and thinking about it, this review I wrote for John Waters's Multiple Maniacs (1970) popped into my head. I can't believe that it wasn't until Annapurna mentioned renting Polyester (1981) from the local library at a formative age that I realized she's absolutely in that lineage here. A bone-deep independent film in every sense of the word; truly a small group of friends can get together some equipment and a plan and make…