maybe more dense with sadness because it's unable to outwardly say the problem at the heart of the film. it's not possible, both within the narrative of the film and the film itself, to say the simple fact that tom lee is gay. it gives john kerr's strange and awkward performance a kind of powerful introversion that certainly felt familiar to me, growing up as a queer child without the words to understand myself.

sometimes the film comes so painfully…

i’m not sure what fargeat thinks she is achieving by leaning so heavily into the aesthetics of misogyny, except perpetuating them. these ideas are so deeply imbedded into our culture and into the minds of women that it feels almost impossible to disentangle yourself from them; I don’t know how many times i’ve fantasised about going on ozempic since it was injected into the collective consciousness as a quick step to beauty and thinness.

about an hour in i realised…