Hits too close to home.
So many of the fears and ruminations that this depressed faggy ass needed to see implode in 85 gnarly minutes of pure hedonism from an equally cynical queer voice.
Sometimes you can only hold on to those juvenile but somewhat reasonable thoughts.
“In Poland you were a man. You are different here.”
How can you portray the absence of someone if you never let room to understand that absence? Our characters are separated constantly and they form other connections within that space of time, dealing with new jobs, new settings and new struggles, but they might as well be the same people they started from by the end of the film. Where as Ida mostly annoyed me in its way it verbalized…
I find the romantic ideal of the poor being the more “close to Earth” than all of us peasants and their struggle being just part of their spiritual journey to self enlightenment more repulsive with each new entry of these indie darlings in the wave of vague anti capitalist narratives that do everything in their power to make you believe that a company like Amazon actually care about its workers.
But what did you expect from someone who takes the…