All I know how to do is watch film uwu and cry.
I cannot fucking believe my biggest review is my dumb Maze Runner review I hate this place.
Terror borne from nihilism. In a movie resembling the works of Kurosawa (J Horror Kurosawa) horror resembles a map that only leads to dead end after dead end after dead end. Nothing. No matter how people try to search for the truth, people are drawn to an inescapable lull of Thanatos leading to a kinetic series of self destructive events. Horror lurks in the familiarity that stretches into the unfamiliar. It’s rooted in familiar sensations of anxiety cranked up by…
No one told me that growing up was scary.
When I think of Kiki’s Delivery Service, I am instantly overcome with nostalgia that eats at my bones. It was the first Studio Ghibli film I ever saw. I remember how I didn’t understand anything. Yet I was glued to the television as I saw Kiki soar into the air in all her clumsy glory. I remember little things yet the impressions were all there.
It has been many years.
Hear the fire crackle, licking everything around it.
Look at the warm embers of the fire, glowing red with a burning passion.
Look at the strokes of a paintbrush spreading warm hues and bursts of colour across a canvas, creating presence and a sense of melancholy.
Look at the waves crashing against the rocks and let the Breeze caress you, as intimate as it can be.
Remember the friends you may have missed or the lovers that you had, can…