Micah Webber

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Favorite films

  • Certain Women
  • Mad Max: Fury Road
  • Taste of Cherry
  • La Dolce Vita

Recent activity

  • The Zone of Interest

  • The Taste of Things

  • Twilight

  • After Yang

Pinned reviews

  • Shame


    How to fight loneliness:
    Smile all the time.
    Shine your teeth til meaningless
    And sharpen them with lies.
    And whatever’s going down
    Will follow you around.
    That’s how you fight loneliness,
    You laugh at every joke.
    Drag your blanket blindly
    And fill your heart with smoke,
    And the first thing that you want
    Will be the last thing you ever need.
    That’s how you fight it.

    Just smile all the time.
         Wilco, "How to Fight Loneliness" on Summerteeth


  • Garden State

    Garden State

    I have been wanting to write a little something for my son. I have been wanting to write a lot of something.

    But I didn’t want it to be a Garden State reflection.

    It shouldn’t be in a Garden State reflection on an app he may never open in a tangle of words he may never really unravel in his own inner language. For he will not be shaped by the things that shaped me, but by their bizarre and…

Recent reviews

  • Twilight


    Letterboxd star ratings poof to go-bang, sun-day glitter with this one, the photopsia of pubescent libido and musk-hounds; musk-rats standing up erect too fast; dizzy if dizzy were something you rubbed on your gums illicitly beside CVS dumpsters on dusky Wednesdays. You cannot fucking categorize it, you cannot fucking quantify it, you cannot say convincingly enough just how batshit and deleterious is this gonzo trashterpiece, so undeniably has it careened across the zinging tilt of her repressed-axis primordial sex thirst.…

  • La Dolce Vita

    La Dolce Vita

    On first watch, seems to me a film of floating and falling—how some things that seem like they float are really just falling more slowly, with less substance. Yet how easily we’re beguiled by the act of slowed gravity, deferred gravity, considering it beaten; so easily enamored by the elegance and gracefulness of empty, graceless things. The floating of a bloated carcass, for instance, until it’s hauled ashore—a thing grotesquely, definitively, and with finality, fallen—staring at us lidless from the…

Popular reviews

  • Beau Is Afraid

    Beau Is Afraid

    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    Sincerely. Do not read on if you care about "twist-ending" spoilers.

    The fatal flaw (one of a few, at least) that strikes me with polemicist film criticism, particularly as it locates its defining posture in abstract, principled contraposition, is that it inevitably functions as a sieve of a fixed, and therefore limited, and therefore, at times, silly shape. Ignoring the question of whether sifting cinema into one heap of good and one heap of bad is fundamentally fruitful, it just…

  • Certain Women

    Certain Women

    I cannot tell
    whether you, agony, are very beautiful
    or you, beauty, very agonizing,
    but my chest is rung;
    a ring of edge, that lovely
    awful crater lip and wind
    that yowls around
    its rims, in a frigidity that thrums, the fragile
    preciousness of life in just-for-ones.

    You being vivid is a gift—
    whether in approaching my chest in this way
    or just by such bulldozing care,
    I cannot say.

    Thank you.