When I started watching this film, I had high expectations. A movie that receives such critical acclaim has to be great, right? However, I felt a sense of caution, fearing it might turn out to be another one of those overly dramatized works that strive for sincerity and power without truly living up to the praise it receives. Yet, within the first thirty-something minutes, all my skepticism was shattered as I grasped just how devastating and perfect this film was…
You know, it's quite hard for someone who watches the amount of films I do to decide which one should be the first of the year. You want to start with a bang, but you also don't want to be predictable or boring. You find yourself asking: what kind of year will this be? Should I start with something arthouse? Something I know I like? Something really old? Or perhaps something I know will be forgettable? Isn't life tough?
Anyway,…
I didn’t quite get Boyhood the first time I saw it. It felt distant, maybe even a little aimless. But on this rewatch, something clicked. Every chapter of Mason’s life felt more relatable, more grounded, like I’d caught up to it. In a lot of ways, I saw myself in him this time around, not just in how he looks but in the way he moves through the world. And that’s coming from someone who originally found him kind of…
A film where nothing really happens, and that’s exactly what makes it special. It’s just teenagers being teenagers, floating through one long night, and somehow that turns into something deeply nostalgic. I didn’t necessarily like any of the characters, but the music, the setting, the entire vibe — it all feels instantly recognizable, like a memory from a time I never actually lived through. And that’s the magic of it. The feelings are real, the moments are relatable, and it makes you feel part of something timeless without trying too hard. It's the Linklater magic at its most powerful.
I graduated yesterday. By all s, I should feel excited—ready to embrace the next chapter, proud of the milestone I’ve just ed. But instead, I feel this strange cocktail of despair, numbness, and uncertainty. It’s not that I loved school—if I’m being honest, I didn’t. Not the noise, not the awkward social rituals, not most of the students. But it gave my life shape. It gave me something predictable, something to move through. And now that it’s over, I’m left…
This movie feels like something you shouldn't be watching. Like some lost snuff film that accidentally became an iconic masterpiece. It's dirty, loud, and chaotic but it works. Entirely.
The atmosphere is relentless. You can almost feel the heat, the sweat, the stink of the rotting house. Everything looks decayed and broken, and the longer it goes on, the more trapped you feel. It doesn’t let up, not with the sound, not with the screaming, not with the tension. It’s…
