I sat down and started the film…
But my stupid chaotic mind wouldn’t shut up. So when the film ended, I got up, went to the bathroom, and watched it again…
The breath of a child. That’s what initially drew me in, the first thing in the film that made me feel something. It was so true, so pure, the kind of thing in life I long to hear but for the sole reason that I’m just scared I won’t…
There is so much I don’t understand about this, and I Love it.
I Love not understanding, it leaves room for my dangerously influential imagination to create its own interpretation. Some may think that to be ignorance, and ignorance may think that to be enlightenment. But the longer I live the stronger I believe all meaning is subjective.
A film about Love, a subject I myself have struggled with as long as I can remember. “Love is a gift, its…
Fantastic movie, but am I the only one who realizes this is an American reiteration of Parasite?
You gotta be kidding me…
I had such low expectations for the first, and fully expected it to just be another Disney “Live-action” remake. Yet I was pleasantly surprised to see the amount of true art and aesthetic poured into the film. A stand-alone prequel derived from a classic film done tastefully and respectfully, I didn’t think Disney had it in them. But oh my thats right how could I forget. There is no such thing as art in cinema…
I have never, ever, seen a movie that’s left me speechless…
Until now.
This movie is beyond phenomenal, it doesn’t follow the basic guidelines any normal movie puts in place no it plows through those and makes its own path, you can’t describe this story like “unexpected” and “emotional” because although true those just seem like feeble terms after watching this movie, luckily they do have a word for that: indescribable. And honestly indescribable is the only thing that comes…
This. Is. Cinema…
This was no movie, this… this was pure poetry. Every single scene was so rich with detail in every aspect of the movie. The visuals were nearly beyond comprehension, the score cried out with emotion, and the writing flowed like a river: calm when it should be and a roaring current capable of killing when it needed to be yet staying consistent throughout and never wavering. The acting was taken to the limit of human performance, which…
