liker of movies, feeler of things

so wonderfully unique and brilliant. a frantic visual poem of loyalty, hedonism and suffering that asks questions i will spend the rest of my life trying to answer. a soundtrack for the ages, a fucking good time, and golly gosh do i want to put my lips on the immaculate sick boy
the man knows style and bodies, but the flimsy worldbuilding of 1950s mexico feels so much like a set in contrast to the enchanting atmosphere of northen italy in call me by your name that you ask yourself if that's the point (it's not). props to luca for his homage to magritte; the legless floating lady even looked like georgette, and the clouds and the eye were a fun personal surprise just weeks after visiting his museum in brussels. ethereal…