゜✭・.。Mentally living inside an A24 film.・。.・゜
You know why this is my favorite tree? Because it’s tipped over, and it’s still growing."
Sean Baker’s The Florida Project is an absolute miracle of a movie. It takes place in the literal shadows of Disney World the supposed happiest place on earth but it trains its lens entirely on the hidden homeless population living week to week in the gaudy, neon-purple budget motels lining the highway
Watching Trey Edward Shults' Waves is like being trapped inside a 360-degree, neon-soaked panic attack for seventy minutes, followed by a quiet, teardrop-stained exhale for the next seventy. It’s a completely radical, deeply devastating piece of filmmaking that doesn't just tell a story it aggressively forces you to feel every ounce of its gravity.
David Lynch’s debut feature is the absolute blueprint for "I have no idea what I just watched, but I need a shower and a therapist."
The Fallout is quiet in a way that hurts. It doesn’t dramatize trauma ,it sits in the numb aftermath, where time feels warped and emotions come in fragments instead of waves.
Jenna Ortega is painfully good at showing what can’t be said: dissociation, guilt, the strange closeness that forms between people who survive the same horror. The film isn’t about healing in a neat arc;
it’s about how grief reshapes identity, desire, and connection in messy, confusing ways.
It feels…
