“I’m still copying you though.”
“I know. Now copy this.”
I am standing in a room and I am looking at my dad.
It is 1996 and he is 33 years old and he is journaling hour by hour the day that I am born. He is the first person to ever put my name to paper. It is 2008 and he is 45 years old and he is gripping my arms too tight and screaming at me, so close I…
“We’re suffocating.”
The way I shot this movie straight into my veins when I was 15 and suicidal and so unbelievably angry at the world... Such a bizarre sensation to return to it now, nearly a decade later, older and still angry at the world.
Adults are so quick to say teens are over dramatic, that their problems aren’t as serious as they think. But teenage girlhood really is agony incarnate. Sexualized by just about every man you pass, discredited…
So earnest and thought-provoking that I want to simultaneously laugh, cry, and fart myself into oblivion. Magic moments interwoven into a big wondrous flurry. Always find myself thinking “I can’t believe this is a real life movie” throughout the whole thing until the end when I say, “I’m so glad this is a real life movie”. Love this sweet little flick to bits.
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On a scale from 1-10, my preparedness for what type of movie From Dusk Till Dawn would be was exactly 1.25. Nothing could have prepared me for what happens here. Chaos with as much blood and pussy and violence as possible. Start to finish mayhem.
I don’t understand what George Clooney was thinking when he declined to be Salma Hayek’s dog… Like bro… you’re turning down the role of a lifetime…
Final thought is: Head empty, just 1990S JULIETTE LEWIS!!!!
… I am on my knees begging writers and directors to stop using female body trauma (rape/miscarriages/abuse) as brief plot devices or virtually the only exposition surrounding female characters’ backstories, its mentions featured for maybe ten minutes of screen time, only to then miraculously be completely forgotten or never properly and healthily addressed. Please. I am so tired.
Malignant is what I’d call a big ole razzle dazzle of nonsense. It has the visuals of a multi-million dollar funded project,…
