leah’s review published on Letterboxd:
"if i had put in my work, then i would have been opening myself up to criticism. and i'm too much of a coward to do that."
god i f*cking loved this. it indulged my fascination with 90's new york, literary elites, and #scamming, while also setting off the full-fledged terror i have always held of the writing world. i don't want to say i necessarily relate to lee israel in any specific way, but i think that the ambivalence (regarding financial instability and the riskiness of writing/art as a livelihood) that serves as the underlying current to everything she does is universal and particularly relevant, and so i felt it pretty deeply. which explains why at times this felt like a horror movie to me – i was pulling my hair in stress during a good portion of this.
ANYWAY...richard e. grant entering the film to "manhattan" by blossom dearie? deserves an oscar for that alone