Favorite films

  • Donnie Darko
  • Om Shanti Om
  • Song to Song
  • Miami Vice

Recent activity

  • Saw 3D


  • Saw VI


  • Yesterday Once More


  • The Death of Stalinism in Bohemia


Pinned reviews

  • Clueless



    I’ve been writing this over the past week because it’s the last time that it makes sense to write it. At the time this review is published, I’ll be a few hours away from leaving for college, meaning it’s the last time I’ll be watching Clueless before I leave. I certainly hope I’ll be able to keep up these watches(and the one-movie-a-day I’ve been keeping up since 7/12/20), but I don’t know what the future holds, and radical change constitutes,…

  • Romancing in Thin Air

    Romancing in Thin Air


    The story of my life has always been a story of movies. As far back as I can remember I’ve been watching them, to the degree that many of my earliest memories involve movies. My first obsession came from even before that, though — when I was just 2 and a half years old, I begged my family to take me to Cars at least once a week. I’ve been told I saw Cars over a dozen times during its…

Recent reviews

  • Saw 3D

    Saw 3D



    I've seen this 6 times now and I still freak the fuck out for the duration of the last 15 minutes, simply unmatched

    6th watch

  • Saw VI

    Saw VI



    Not quite my favorite Saw, but plainly the most perfect—not a single misstep, enthralling from the pound of flesh to Hoffman screaming into the void

    5th watch

Popular reviews

  • An Elephant Sitting Still

    An Elephant Sitting Still


    TW//self-harm, attempted suicide

    There's a group of four scars on my right leg. I've cut myself all over my body, but those four are the deepest, and those are the ones that aren't leaving.

    I think it was in seventh grade I realized something was wrong. There was a feeling that everything was falling apart even though nothing was. It was always lurking in the back of my mind, but that year it lept out at me and suddenly everything…

  • Nope




    A chimpanzee, covered in blood, stands over a body as the last few breaths pass through its lips. There’s another body(or two or three) off to the side but they don’t matter; what matters is a shoe a few feet away, defying gravity and standing on its toe without support. The bodies are soon dragged away and forgotten—they don’t matter and they never did—but the shoe sticks. The shoe is an image: something impossible in the midst of brutality, so it becomes a story to tell. The specifics don’t matter, the suffering doesn’t matter, and the lives don’t matter. Everything fades, but the image remains.