Perhaps a strange birthday watch on the outside but over the past few years Aftersun has served more as a mirror than a void, one I feel the need to look back into when I can. While the film is incredibly personal to Charlotte Wells, in many ways it feels like a therapy session between her and I while watching. This birthday marks five years since I last spoke to my own father and there’s something so haunting about looking…

No notes obviously. One of the best to ever do it. Didn’t realize going in this was my first watch since moving to a new city myself, finding the struggles of adjusting to a new life, finding work in that new city, etc. Very strange to relate so heavily to a twelve year old witch with a talking cat but that’s the beauty of Ghibli I suppose! Such a warm experience in a theater filled with a giggling, smiling audience.…

Pretty much as pathetic and unlikable as its predecessor, yet seeing how far Phillips goes up his ass with this film made it morbidly fascinating to watch. The musical scenes are plentiful, yet mostly clumsily directed and dragged down by Joaquin’s singing. It tries so hard to prove itself as something to take seriously yet will go from being a dull courtroom drama to a clown singing a love ballad in the span of seconds. Ofc this makes it far…