you know that feeling when you win an award in a daydream, but it makes you kind of melancholic, because the daydream of winning you had within the daydream of winning was more beautiful than the daydream reality?

and then the runner-up gets so furious at you for not being happy about winning that they grab you by the collar, foamy spit pooling in the corners of their mouth, and you think to yourself: wow, the things my brain needs in order to stay stimulated are eventually going to ruin my life.

call me syzygay the way i be inbetween celestial bodies

i hated it because i couldn’t shut my brain off while watching. it’s just so pretentious, cheesy and it takes itself way too seriously for something that’s this predictable. none of the things that are happening feel like they matter, and everything is so repetitive. the characters have existed for over twenty years and yet they still feel unfinished and trope-y in this.

the manga did it better. hopefully part two will be an improvement.

film, der jährlich im hintergrund spielt, während sich meine familie über die flüchtlinge und globuli unterhält.