Watching this in a discord call felt fitting.
A stunning amount of heart and a time capsule to the dewey-eyed hopefulness that many clung to during lockdown, at least when it gets out of its own way.

There's layers of artifice built on top of each other in this. It is at once a documentary, itself something artificial. A documentary filmmaker points her camera in expectation of something and the presence of a camera, of knowing they're being recorded, informs…

Each film I watch on the Catholic Church is temptation. There is something to the ritual and the ceremony that is compelling; it might be as simple as structure for my unstructured life. Or maybe ordained purpose is more appealing than self-direction. There is the way the church, and any church, will always have a shape I can easily twist myself to fit into, at least for a time.

There's no way I could maintain my faith. There's a running…

Piecing together what I feel is difficult. More than anything I'm in awe of this film. It's razor focused, at times breathtaking, and aurally magnificent. The ending will hit you how it hits you. I think it's optimistic but there's no accident that there's a bit of street graffiti that assures you, the audience, "there's still time" or something to the effect. The doomer read _is_ there and while I'm not trans my heart goes out to anyone hit by…