baby, you are gonna miss that plane.
i’m a writer and an idiot, so i tell you this with supreme confidence: every movie is four stars!
found this movie ticket on the ground in my childhood closet — saw this in theaters with my friend kyra and acted like i was, at 14, way too sophisticated to be there. same school year i read all the twilight books as “teen girl research,” purely from a sociological standpoint. absolutely mortified to be a teen girl.
kiki’s a country witch who re-pots herself in a bustling metropolis. so many beautiful themes and truths of life woven across this gorgeously wrought story. reminds me that living is putting yourself out there, and home is where you make it, even when it’s cold and miserable. people pick each other up because they’ve been low before. so much of pushing yourself across the threshold is learning what puts the wind in your sails. very very nice.
people may say it’s slight, but also isn’t life? broad swaths of my life have been just about finding my footing, and i can’t even fly.
surprised by how willing i was to engage with this, given how “novel” a BBC produced covid lockdown relationship drama where the characters speak direct to camera in a series of two handed monologues seems in theory. at the end of the day i miss live theater, and this movie with three characters, one location, and so many monologues really scratches that itch. perhaps it also works because mcavoy and horgan are just that good, their chemistry and energy carries…
turns out doc brown was actually training all his life to be a really good boyfriend and guess what that rules.
also I’m building up a pretty bulletproof wall of evidence for my theory of “tom holland learned his american accent through studying tapes of eighties michael j fox”