I just know half of those people have letterboxd accounts so no wonder that happened
I hate the way this film romanticizes the hard to get girl trope, and the way women shown are supposed to be more irresistible for the eyes of men in this manner (especially when the director is a cis guy)
I hate the way how the plot’s foundation is based on the fact that a short white sad boi (gordon-levitt) creates an unnatural and immoral scheme on how to get a woman whom he fancies, treating her as an object…
just…terrifying. the stories of its original players were still running in the background, like a soap opera that’s been on the air for a quarter-century. But this time the melodramatic, small town origins are forgotten and what’s left is the pure exploration of evil and decay.
The Return is an unforgiving world, where old people sell their blood to buy food, where grandmothers get robbed by their grandsons. Where the Log Lady whispers her last mysteries. Where Dr. Jacoby is…
Green rings? Coded police notes in the form of a vividly decorated female mime? Creamed corn as a manifestation for pain and despair? What goes beyond the basic questions of the story doesn’t even matter. In Twin Peaks, plot is immaterial; moments are everything.
The show opened with Laura Palmer already dead wrapped in plastic. In Fire Walk with Me, David Lynch unwraps her, showing the full grime and filth of her existence, the deepest reaches of her…