• Cha Cha Real Smooth

    Cha Cha Real Smooth


    oh cooper, i just want to know all your characters. and by extension, want to attempt to know everyone, or be open to the possibility of being surprised by someone. i have a tendency to oversimplify because i view so much as an observer, afraid to get myself tangled up. but cooper's films make me really want to get in it & spend this time i have right in the center of the web, asking the questions i assumed i knew the answers to & sticking around instead of convincing myself i'm in the way. listening to people instead of my brain.

  • A House Made of Splinters

    A House Made of Splinters


    brimming with patience in front of & behind the camera. doing everything you can even when you know it’s not enough. feels like there was only room for honesty, no matter how big, ugly, complicated. truth does not always heal but it is what we deserve nonetheless.

  • After Yang

    After Yang


    devoting time to preserving someone’s memory — not the memory of them, but within them. loss, even when processed internally, can feel very selfish. our grief is limited to the memories we hold, or at least it seems that way. what kogonada achieved with after yang is so precious, because it reaches beyond our own limitations. i think loss feels so endless because it’s that separation of putting your own pieces together when what you really want is so much…

  • Dual



    fighting for monotony. style pays off in the end i think but made it hard for me to find my emotional entry point for a while. but riley stearns is hot so we will always give him a chance!

  • Fire of Love

    Fire of Love


    miranda july’s calming voice is making it a little too convincing that it is okay to go out and touch some lava

  • When You Finish Saving the World

    When You Finish Saving the World


    for better or worse, jesse eisenberg has a very strong presence in this. which i think once honed could be really special. but as it is, this just feels like big ideas struggling to fit inside his precise nature.

  • Lady Bird

    Lady Bird


    been a while since i put this on but i still know all the bends & they still make me emotional.

    here we are, with our hearts stacked on top of each other, spinning around like tv dinners in a microwave. 

    here we are, indebted to the one person that saves the crumpled up letters that were written to us.

    here we are, missing what felt like nothing.

  • Day for Night

    Day for Night


    lots of chaos being kicked around and in the center, orbiting it all, is jean-pierre léaud. whenever i see him, he inhabits that childlike quality. he holds onto it loosely and yet it is so distinct. shots of his profile feel inviting because you sense how intensely he is looking at something. always moving but holding everything by the shoulders. he makes it all work — makes the chaos feel familiar.

  • His Girl Friday

    His Girl Friday


    the script is 191 pages :) i do not recall a single joke people are quoting in their reviews but i believe you and appreciate you for highlighting some real gems. turns out this movie is very funny!

  • Stories We Tell

    Stories We Tell


    cried (and cried and cried) and didn’t know why until i realized nobody sees a person the same way, and that’s exactly what allows us to see them as fully as we can. what we see is just a fraction, and maybe the truth seems like too much to bear or that it’ll shrink us. but when the pieces come together, we see that everything had to happen the way it did — or none of it would’ve happened at all.

  • Transit



    if nothing else i wish to be known as the girl that loves franz rogowski

  • Married to the Mob

    Married to the Mob


    seeing no comments on matthew modine’s delivery of “yeez, what a grouch!” and yet i whipped out my phone to record it & watched it five more times. realizing this may be a theme for me with demme films because everything is so realized that it’s easy to latch onto one small moment. because then it’s not just the line, but it’s the chipped paint on the door, and the tie, and michelle pfeiffer’s robe and frozen expression, and the dogs barking in the apartment next door. how sweet!