thank you…. America and thank you… god
what felt like a long, incredibly luxurious (and overdue) exhale:
SEEING a casual conversation between friends over FOOD that isn't white!
HEARING MUSIC my parents listened to scoring a wedding! a party! the end credits of a whole-ass movie!
CHEERING for appearances (that cameo in the end credits !!!!!) made by celebrities that would NEVER otherwise have a big cameo in which a partially (maybe even majority) white audience GASPS.
these are the most natural things in every single movie…
Disclaimer: there is no possible way for me to have any critical distance from this. It is, quite literally, with almost the SOLE exception of its premise (which in itself is not that far from something my family would actually do) a story that traces my life. I think that Lulu Wang has made a movie straight from my own heart, telling a part of my story in a way I could never tell, if only because I am too…