“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰?”
“𝘠𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.”
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.”
“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.”
“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳.”
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“𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘸.”
“𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸?”
“𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.”
𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.”

Sweat and jazz. Women in pearls. Brass. White suits.…

looking at happiness
from two different sides of a coin between
two boys in a showdown of who has the better toy.

class, cleverly displayed by props but also by low-high angle shots. the window is open, but barred. allowing the same air to flow in, but a balance of what imprisonment is, to the one inside and the one out.

it's always in simplicity does Ray convey the complexities of life.

the ending is perfect. the sound of a…

This movie has everything. Attacking old people. Attacking priests. White savior complexes. Pagers. CGI seagulls. A Takeshi Kaneshiro look-alike. The longest shower scene you've ever seen.

To preface, if I hear another person compare this to CMBYN just because it's gAy I swear to god you need to sit your ass back down in queer cinema 101. Jfc.

If anything, it seems like a prequel, a rehash, of Wong Kar Wai's Happy Together. Though, here, Birdy's "craziness" is used as…

𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳.
𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

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𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳
𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳.

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Good god was anyone else horny…