lmao veronica is so dumb she really be like "WHY, YES, DADDY. HERE ARE ALL MY PLANS TO RUIN YOU" and then act surprised that he's always one step ahead. like really just shUt the fuck up for a minute.
and also, THE GARGOYLE KING IS JUST A TREE, FUCKING LIGHT HIM ON FIRE OR RIP HIS MASK OFF. IM TIRED OF THIS SCOOBY DOO BULLSHIT.
we wouldn't be so lucky for them to actually kill that dumbass boy...
I swear to God one of these days I'm gonna break into set and steal all their smoke machines so they stop this nonsense of filling every possible space with smoke.
"What is the point of that? Nothing, that was the point."
A critique of art-world pomposity and self-importance. But also an exploration of empathy.
Gloriously skewering art world pretension, liberal guilt and the patronising middle class.
Horrific or darkly comic depending on your point of view.
Satire of the top tier.
A film by an artist who recognizes art can't save the world. But it can at least help us laugh at it.
and finally the first episode of this season i actually liked + enjoyed and this despite no [spoiler]Cheryl[spoiler] and the stupid fight. i can't believe how the Coopers and Cheryl are literally carrying this whole show on their backs.
but for real, who does Archie think he is?! why is he so stupid? why is he so annoying?
Negan is truly speaking the truth at the end of this episode, Rick is an idiot who of course first thing he's gonna do is not give a shit about what Carl asked him to stop doing.
They need to stop with the "Dark Betty" thing. It's getting uncomfortable given that Betty, by all accounts, appears to have an actual mental illness. The writers need to stop framing it as some cool female empowerment thing (like they did when she almost burned alive Chuck). I'd actually really appreciate a storyline where Betty goes to see a therapist (ditto for Archie who clearly had PTSD after his father got shot).
i feel like i’m making this show up in real time as it happens.
About a month ago, a friend invited me to a preview screening of Love, Simon. At the time I thought it’s just okay, and I let myself be overtaken by all the second-hand high school embarrassment the movie caused me. Perhaps a deliberate move: being too cynical to not allow myself to enjoy the film and be left exposed like that to someone again. But I knew that Love, Simon was a story that needed to be told, to be seen, to exist.
I went to the theatre to see this again, only that this time by myself. For the most part because I was very subconscious of what people close to me would say if they saw how this movie affected me, what would they ask, what would they think to themselves? And partially because when I went to see Thelma (2017) with someone I barely knew I had an actual panic attack about 10mins into the movie and I’ve avoided that person ever since. What I realized this time is that despite the rom-com clichés Love, Simon is telling a truth that rings to anyone who has gone through his experience: it constantly feels like you’re holding your breath from time to time until you feel like you can finally exhale –and sometimes, the process repeats over and over again. Throughout the movie you see Simon struggle, not because he doesn’t want to be who he is because in the end he’s proud to be that person but because he’s afraid of things changing once everyone around him learn his truth. Trying to hold onto the relationships you have even when it means lying to everyone constantly because despite how much you may hurt them and how much it hurts you, the mere idea of things changing just because of who you truly are is even worse. Being paranoid and constantly subconscious of what people might think if you do or say something or that they might figure it out. And the loneliness and fear that inherently comes with all of it.
I went to see it again but solo to deliberately allow myself to take it all in despite the effect it could possibly have. And it did give me second-hand high school embarrassment again, but it also brought up a lot of high school «trauma» and I cried. And then I cried more because I realized what this movie will mean –and already does– to a so many people. Had this been straight, I wouldn’t have cared a bit. But seeing a story as common as this on such a big mainstream production, I can’t help it but care because it’s been long overdue.
lol seriously, Cheryl is the only one who still has a solid storyline and nothing else is as interesting, nor it matters.
oh look, what a refreshing episode where we get to focus on the most interesting characters of this show, who for the first time weren't thrown to the back for the least interesting plots revolving the main core four.
y'all be like "what's the point of this season?!?" it's called, [Villanelle's] growth babey
A MOVIE SO GOOD IT PREMIERED IN FEBRUARY AND THEN WON BEST PICTURE, BEST ACTOR, BEST ACTRESS, BEST DIRECTOR, AND BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY AT THE OSCARS A WHOLE YEAR AND ONE MONTH LATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT'S A HORROR MOVIE!!!
i just know he’s plotting something so sinister… this is only on episode 2 and it’s somehow getting wilder but it’s so fascinating to see. i won’t put it past him that he might eventually gonna be like “we’re all part of this big, massive rehearsal”
that ending legit made me laugh out loud
why are you people THAT pressed over a couple of characters being gay??? and by shows having lgbtq representation??? lmao, some of you really LOVE acting like queer people don't exist in some spaces...
kinda hilarious how some men are still not getting it
honestly, Tonya really did nothing wrong.
"The future is not ours to see."
LUCKY is a love letter to death. A film that touches upon many things: routine, loneliness, fragility, fear, sadness and, ultimately, acceptance. A film so preoccupied with death and the acceptance of our own mortality, that it's impossible not to make connections with the recent passing of Harry Dean Stanton.
There's a lot of existential and nihilistic thoughts in here. Lucky and Harry Dean Stanton share the same war stories and the same bleak but liberating worldview. They smoke the same cigarettes and live in the same house. There are two tales that show how Lucky is the person he is, why he thinks as he thinks. A tale that Harry Dean lived himself after accidentally shooting and killing a bird that gives us a glimpse on that, probably, first time he got such existential thoughts. While the second tale, comes from a young Lucky who suffered from an anxiety induced panic attack at his aunt's house but points towards a same realization. "There was nothing for a moment. It was like looking into a void, just blackness. Everything was black. There was nothing. Then my aunt came back," he recalls.
Lucky talks about many things and shows two characters facing the same questions but approaching them differently. Eventually, Lucky says that truth is the most important thing. That truth is a thing of who we are and what we do and we've to accept it. That your truth is different from everyone else's but, in the end, we're all living the universe's truth. But that the of the universe is waiting like a void where all that we are will eventually go into because the universe is in charge and then we'll be left with nothing. Because the truth of the universe is nothing. I guess I should say that I've been dealing with my own existential and nihilistic thoughts for a while now, trying to figure out death and face my mortality; so maybe that's why, especially parts of, this resonated so much with me. But if LUCKY did anything, it was showing me that there can be joy in nihilism. And perhaps Lucky has it right, you just have to smile.
lmaoo they really should have kept that writer's room bc this shit was embarrassing af
he’s batshit insane. this is literally mind melting.
this really was way better than what i was expecting to come out of riverdale -and what this show deserves.
lmfao, when eugene made himself vomit on rosita... he really did That™
A very powerful movie. One that starts and ends on a statement. A movie that takes a stance, that don't pander to a wider audience, an audience this movie doesn't touch, but still remains accessible. A movie that unabashedly portrays reality, that shows a community with all its struggles, contradictions, camaraderie, and diversity. A rare movie in which each and every character is important; each and every life is important. Amazing when it's loud but even more so when it get quiet. A movie that shows moments when grief is too much to bear and moments when life and joy explode. A film that is moving without feeling manipulative. The kind of film we definitely need more of.
The most powerful moment of this for me was the credits, when the movie halts to a deafening silence. It felt crushing, and the weight and intensity of everything in the previous +2 hours hit me like a brick wall.
I think it'd be fine if this was the last of Narcos Mexico, even if people were to argue there's no closure because here's the thing, there's no closure. what's said at the end by Felix to Breslin is exactly what happened and is still happening, there's literally no closure.
lmao, at this point they could kill everyone in this show and they still wouldn't be able to save it. I honestly like how they’re not even trying anymore, it’s like they rly want people to stop watching.
ever since i first saw Carol in theatres on opening day back in December 11, 2015 after missing my flight to mexico, cinema has gone downhill. i genuinely can't think of a more perfect movie than Carol. this is a film about seeing and being seen, looking and being watched, longing and being received. it's a film about women finding redemption in a world made small, unfriendly and inhospitable by stupid, egotistical, controlling men. every single look or touch shared between carol and therese is so deeply imbued with unspoken feeling and warmth.
this movie makes me shout let's go lesbians but it also makes me sad, angry, and sob. there's a million things i could say about this movie, this movie means so much to me... but specifically therese means so much to me because it's so true to my Life. SOME MOVIES CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER. Carol makes me wanna set myself on fire but it also gives me hope.
i don’t understand why joaquin phoenix had to drag rooney mara into this dreadful movie to play some lousy role which is basically the image of a worthless trophy girlfriend/arm candy. but anyhow, the structure of this film makes me want to rip my hair out. what was this film even ABOUT and why did it took so long to end ???
lol, honestly, once they did the twist i immediately assumed this was bound to get off the rails and go full ridiculous but thankfully they back-pedalled and achieved what's imo the first actually good and thus best episode of this season.
“It was bound to happen.”
Disturbing and hauntingly real -especially considering today’s political climate. After our screening, my roommate and I catch our bus home and didn’t talk to each other for the next 40mins. I couldn’t help it but think about the most recent news I’ve seen: white supremacy rallies, anti-racism rallies, terrorist attacks, etc. Fuelled by the news and what I had just seen in the theatre, I felt anger, excitement, fear, confusion -and somewhat determination- all at once.
NOCTURAMA is something that is happening now. The film follows 7 kids carrying out a Paris bombing and the aftermath of it. It is a modern tale of rebellion. Rebellion against consumerism and politics, of freedom and symbols, and banks. It feels like a desperate cry for people without genuine avenues of expression. In fact, we never know the true motivations behind their plans but we don’t really need to. These kids want to rebel and rip apart the system but they’re also the product of that system they’re so desperate trying to tear down, after all, in the aftermath, we see them put on suits and see mannequins dressed exactly like them. The thing about NOCTURAMA is that these kids could be everyone; they could be anyone. They want to fit in and be unique, to stand for something. They want to tear everything down but they’re also trapped in their own time and their own experiences. We see things twice or thrice from different perspectives seeing how different their reactions are, how trapped they’re in their own worlds. It is a reflection of people, but especially young people, angst. Because people are angry, but at what?
NOCTURAMA might very well be a rally against commercialism, politics and the idea that we are a free in modern society. The message of NOCTURAMA -and of modern rebellion- is that this could be you. But it is also a desperate cry for help. “Help me,” cries one of the characters. No one does. Everyone has already decided what he is and he isn’t allowed to be anything else. He isn’t allowed to be a teen, a victim, or anything else anymore. We'll never know why they did what they did because we don't want to listen, we don't want to know. He is a terrorist and so he must be removed. Right?
