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spent the whole time caught between wondering why any of this was even captured to begin with and feeling wrenchingly grateful that it was. brilliant and beautiful and im all the better for having seen it

a pretty nice watch and a fun window into the lives of these kinds of people. would like to be there for it one year, and a bit biased about the whole thing because im due to do the adjacent larapinta trail in a matter of weeks

ur laughing. they winklevossed adonis creed and ur laughing

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

watched in one sitting on the plane. pretty bad but a bit of a fun payoff if you for whatever reason make it through the whole thing

as core a member to the cinematic hall of fame as it is to the lowest rung on the bechdel ladder

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 pinky orange skylines reminiscent of poor things, but not nearly as fitting or welcome here. i think the whole thing was a bit disted and clunky, and it's a shame that stronger glue doesn't hold together the most beautiful and compelling parts tight enough for those to reflect my overarching sentiment. i did however love the general soundtrack to the film, and i adored the needle-dropping long take of new order's "leave me alone"

i can't reconcile this with the awards it received. the best i could say is that it was pretty funny, and i liked the dynamic between the core ensemble, but i am flummoxed by the academy and glad i didn't follow through with the best picture bet i was contemplating after walking out of the brutalist. i also think me and sean baker would not get along

put this on as a hail mary attempt to fall asleep on the plane

go sports but i have a poor repository of patience for the south african accent

a-tier plane movie

conscious that this will win me no cool points

never really paid attention to how ugly bob dylan is but feeling enlightened now

michael cera wish he was my son

some beautiful shots and settings, a unique and seamless approach to pacing, and makes me want to be a girl from hungary dancing around my kitchen smoking a cigarette. will spend the rest of my life, however, wondering why they made him wear those clothes

nothing new in making this observation but it really is just astonishing to be able to watch films of these things happening in real time

should be studied in film schools as a pretty exhaustive catalogue of what not to do

god i fucking hate justin long

oh? what was that? ur asking me how it feels to write the first english letterboxd review of this movie after seeing it screened at the spunky and dazzling Cine Doré in Madrid? it does actually feel really good, thanks for asking. what was that? did i at all understand the chunks of the movie that were in spanish without subtitles? haha, i think that’s enough questions for one day. had a fun time but literally can’t even look up its plot on wikipedia to confirm i was following what was happening - this will be a waste of ur time and my amount of stars reflects the lovely espresso i gulped down in the gorgeous royal blue-tiled cafeteria rather than the merit of the movie

shameless love for this. saw the adam scott interview recently where he said he always wanted to be a dramatic actor, and that stepbrothers was an anomaly for him, and found it so much funnier realising his deadpan humour in this is actually just him doing the only kind of acting he knows how to do. also an enormous unironic fan of this por ti volaré rendition and think it’s very beautiful

game of thrones pope edition

excruciatingly american, expositional, and replete with bland dialogue and cinematography. one electric jesse plemons scene but this ultimately belongs in the low to middle ranks of netflix originals instead of the cinema. hoping this is a not unrecoverable fall from grace for my otherwise beloved alex garland

somebody get this man a ventolin

there are a couple of moments in here that would have have wrapped this still very good movie in a masterly sheen if they were done a bit differently. incredibly poignant and brilliantly uncomfortable nonetheless, and an important watch for men

has most of the ingredients for a good movie but much like the sound design, someone has mixed them wrong

would trade my own legs for a slice of that sweet sweet claymation marmelade toast mmm

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big l'étranger vibes

genuinely no idea how they did the lighting for this but all in all not sure what all the fuss is about

the only thing more absurd than the people in my life who told me this would be good is that i believed them

the only thing keeping me from screeching at the young boy talking next to me in the cinema was the knowledge that he was talking to his dad who obviously only liked one movie in the whole world and was trying to on this legacy. also waited too long to eat my choc top and i am typing this with sticky ice cream hands

richard dawkins looks a lot like hugh grant

im an absolute sucker for the plight of the irish and this movie bangs. fun lil fassbender easter egg too

mr scott losing he marbles

cry ur fucking heart out yea sure

our attention spans r so cooked. extremely beautiful colours tho, and some visual storytelling elements that serve as compelling ambassadors for the cnc

a whole ass vibe, epilepsy never looked so fun. clapping in the cinema is so back

Watched on Monday March 25, 2024.

not a sci-fi nerd but Dune makes me feel how i imagine our parents felt while star wars was coming out. pretty epic, wish i watched in IMAX instead of on a fucking plane but u can’t win em all

did really enjoy but have a feeling that the BFI IMAX in London might be chiefly responsible for this. lots of fun and quite the spectacle but plot a little disted, pacing hella weird, and i hate to say it but those accents do not belong on the big screen. go off george miller tho he the owner of my favourite cinema quote ever (please ask me what it is)

very nervous flier embarking on longest aerial journey of his life to venice on a work trip. scrolling through the vast web of media available with emirates (hehe thank u corporate job that in every other way has extracted more than it’s pound of flesh) for an impossibly specific kind of film that he really needs to watch in order to survive this undertaking. imagine his joy upon discovering this dogwater - the third instalment of a series so bland and underwhelming that he doesn’t even hear of it’s promotion, each one duller and more ridiculous than the last, but that scratches his whodunnit itch without being good enough to attach any guilt if he falls asleep on the plane (he won’t), and whose namesake city he is en route to!?!? - an utterly bad film but the very perfect way to spend his first two hours trying not to think about the fact that he is on a plane and going to die. do not ask about the remaining 12, or watch this movie

“one ticket for city of god please” i say, feebly. “it’s sold out, because it’s an acclaimed masterpiece and it starts in 6 minutes. are you an idiot? do you think the world will magically look after you just because you are on holiday and being so brave seeing a movie that starts at 9:15 when you’re already a little sleepy?” says the lady at LAB111 (Amsterdam, im in Amsterdam), the first part with her voice, the second part with her eyes. it does, by the way, it does magically look after you. someone cancelled as i was asking and i even had time for a quick (and searingly hot, but that is a problem for tomorrow’s culinary encounters) coffee that fixed my sleepiness. awfully violent, grim at times, but fun and transportive - a great story

when i saw this i asked for a ticket to La Bête not The Beast because im in europe and better than you. awesome movie to fall asleep intermittently in, wont hurt ur chances of following along at all and i totally didn’t google the beast explained on my walk home. nice english-french surprise for someone trying to learn the language (125 days, thanks for asking), but HE can speak it like THAT?? eating my hat - watched at the very cool Filmtheatre Kriterion in Amsterdam, where i one day hope to return with enough social courage to talk to the chic young people there playing chess and drinking beer and laughing in dutch at the man on his own eating a stack of supermarket stroopwafels like it was his dinner (it was)

watching in original french a good scapegoat for incomprehension. wonderfully surreal, and most frames could hang convincingly in a modern art gallery - watched at the adorable Le Champo in Paris, writing this from Amsterdam, feeling shameless about it

Watched on Monday May 20, 2024.

you call that a slide? (derogatory)

victor laszlo handsome man nice suit

surreal philosophical daydream anchored in a bleak but enchanting soviet dystopia. convinced that movie contains spellbinding power as even my early intermission affogato (with gingerbread ice-cream, if you can believe it) failed to galvanize any thematic comprehension, do not trust anyone whose brow ain't furrowed in the aftermath of stalker

p.s. some fun tortured artist movie trivia, die for ur craft etc