Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Still looks pretty damn good, but doesn't have a quarter the visual majesty of 4. Not that I expect anything to measure up to far and away the best-looking blockbuster of the decade, but I had hoped it would be a little closer. The same is true of the fighting: well-done and lots of cool shit, but doesn't really come close to 4. I know I shouldn't be viewing everything in comparison to previous entries, but this is the first…
Moves at a snail's pace; like water seeping out of a, er, water-contraption-holdy thing, you don't notice the leak until there's a puddle in the ceiling bleeding onto the floor. Bit of a weird one in that you Know immediately—people like Her, places like This—so it goes, but that doesn't change anything; a leak is a leak wherever you are—you can't fix it on your own, and you can't convince anyone else to fix it.
TW//self-harm, attempted suicide
There's a group of four scars on my right leg. I've cut myself all over my body, but those four are the deepest, and those are the ones that aren't leaving.
I think it was in seventh grade I realized something was wrong. There was a feeling that everything was falling apart even though nothing was. It was always lurking in the back of my mind, but that year it lept out at me and suddenly everything…
A chimpanzee, covered in blood, stands over a body as the last few breaths through its lips. There’s another body(or two or three) off to the side but they don’t matter; what matters is a shoe a few feet away, defying gravity and standing on its toe without . The bodies are soon dragged away and forgotten—they don’t matter and they never did—but the shoe sticks. The shoe is an image: something impossible in the midst of brutality, so it becomes a story to tell. The specifics don’t matter, the suffering doesn’t matter, and the lives don’t matter. Everything fades, but the image remains.