bought in right from the beginning. mainstream cinema positioning itself as the great equalizer and connector that can and will save the world, so long as God’s only son Tom Cruise is willing to die for it—or, at the very least, come really close. some of you guys worship these movies like it’s your religion and then get mad when they test your faith! fake believers! posers! love how dour and bleak and completely real this gets, and the connections…
funny. beautifully conceptualized and designed. memorable, likable characters. a mug for the gods on mia threapleton. but if ol boy doesn’t turn up the energy soon…i was almost three for three with wes anderson films released this decade that i’ve fallen asleep during. there’s a lot to be said about how a signature style has been actively working against his narrative writing as of late. aside from a few key scenes and sensational frames, it all just feels like lovely…
cute, i guess! lacks almost all of the bite of the original film. why the fuck are we sanitizing lines like "you can't mathletes, that's social suicide" to "that's socially ruinous." shut up and get mean!!!!! should be called Cuttingly Sardonic Girls. genuinely think everyone involved was afraid that tiktok teens wouldn’t that depiction doesn’t equal endorsement, because where are the insults? reneé rapp good (but weirdly not in the movie that much?) but avantika is the breakout…
the most uncanny thing i’ve seen in a minute. at last, we gay people are allowed to be boring, have absolutely no chemistry with our romantic co-leads, and exist as nothing more than walking homosexual archetypes. at one point, my boyfriend and i were throwing out imaginary lines uma thurman could randomly utter in her southern cate blanchett impression that would fit into this scarlet fever dream of a script and said “honey, we’ve gotta get you on truvada.” two minutes later, those words left her mouth.
