“I do love you very much. Somehow even more now that I know you.”
I often dream about my mom. She comes back from wherever she is and I can see her, but I can’t talk to her. Every time I try, nothing comes out. She talks to other people in my dream but she can only look at me. I wish I can tell her about my life now. Where I am, who I’ve met, what I’ve done since…
I’ve attempted writing a few different things for how I feel about this film but nothing seems to be making sense to I’ll just say how I felt leaving the screening room of watching it.
I’m known to be quite a fast walker, (a speed walker if you will), but once I stepped outside the upper Manhattan high rise onto the sidewalk two blocks away from Central Park, I felt I lost my ability to walk fast. The walk back…
I’m currently making my way through a Cannes prep watchlist and this kind of just came out of nowhere and really fucked me up. Having had both parents battle cancer, it hit super close to home. My mom passed when I was 14 after losing a battle to lung cancer and my dad only recently just got out of remission for throat cancer which I moved home to help him through. It really does make you grow up fast. But…
I thought this would be a Christopher Nolan film I could actually understand but I was wrong
the perfect example of two genres existing in extreme ways at the same time and doing it right
