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The director clearly mainlined Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette and for some gloriously unhinged reason, tapeworms. Against all odds this revisionist fairytale is surprisingly chic.

Sorry I was too busy wondering how Will Poulter managed to outrun danger in those glorified shorts.

God I love movies. And vampire Jack O’Connell leading an Irish jig circle.

The real Until Dawn movie is “Until Dawn full game no commentary” in YouTube.

I’ll just pretend this as a good Max Payne adaptation.

This is Challengers for people who want to get absolutely destroyed by the concept of self-worth.

Had potential, but felt like it stopped just short of truly making a mess.

Bullets AND high notes can't bring her down. Sia would be proud.

Growing up is realizing you're in love with a messy Norwegian teenager from 1989 who can't decide between boys and bands. And this is what happens when your punk phase meets your gay panic and both are absolutely perfect. I'm ruined.

Movie spent two hours explaining why a scary gorge is scary. We get it. Move on.

Never thought I'd see a film that captures both my anxiety about heritage tours AND my habit of making inappropriate jokes at serious moments. Kieran Culkin's character is basically me if I had zero filter.

It’s what happens when people who don’t get slashers try to write a love letter to it.

Every scene feels like it was made by a different director who never saw the last one.

Some films tell a story. This one just lets Fernanda Torres exist inside it, making you feel every inch of space she no longer fits into.

It’s refreshing to see a movie remind us that the pursuit of perfection is not only futile but also deeply disgusting.

Turns out a papal election is just spicy corporate politics with better architecture. Ralph Fiennes making 'deus vult' sound like a ive-aggressive email sign-off.

Brilliant how it uses Tokyo's safety against itself. When everyone trusts the system so completely, nobody notices the cracks until they're falling through them.

Strange how a film this brutal can feel so intimate. Like overhearing a conversation in a language you almost understand.

Love how they snuck Paper Bag into the kitchen scene. Like yes Fiona, sing about hunger while I watch Kristen Wiig frost one single cupcake with the precision of a bomb def.

Keeps showing up in my life like a strange friend. Watched it through my 20s thinking I was Claudia. Now pushing 35, catching myself in Jimmy's regrets. Jon Brion knew something about loneliness when he wrote that score. And those frogs... sometimes chaos is the only honest answer.

I know how to do the play now. Always watched this after every major life failure, after every breakup, after every abandoned project, after every funeral. It's not even a movie anymore - it's just where I go to I'm alive. The piano theme is basically my life's soundtrack at this point.

Imagine casting Betty Gilpin and thinking you're the villain. Hilary Swank learned.

The way this film holds you like a cold hand on a fever dream.

This is just perfect and I will not be taking criticism at this time.

Creepy setting, strong lead, zero clue what it actually wants to say.

Hunter Schafer spends the whole movie looking appropriately confused, which is reassuring because I was too.

Batman whispers while the Riddler live-streams murders with a ring light.

A fun reminder that magic exists in the MCU, but critical thinking does not.

Rich people being awful for two hours, and I was supposed to care who died?

Imagine getting so mad at late-night TV that you start a movement.

Every five minutes I thought I knew where this was going.

Feels like Tarantino wanted to make a movie about nothing, then panicked and threw in a murder at the end.

Starts like an art film about grief, ends like a toy commercial with consequences.

Thanos spent a decade plotting, and his big plan was… space eugenics?

Greta Gerwig gets it, Jon Brion scores it, and I sit here feeling deeply seen against my will.

White people really saw this and said, “But not me, right?”

Beautifully made, but at the end of the day, it’s just a jazz guy explaining things to a woman.

Nothing hits harder than space, time dilation, and the absolute flop era of Coop’s son.

Everyone speaks in paragraphs, no one reacts like a human.

So intense it made jazz feel like a sport.

Helena Eagan in Severance season 2:

ion of a LinkedIn message, but with handcuffs and a glass of milk.

The American Dream™️, if the dream is a napalm explosion of poor life choices. Still weirdly aspirational.

Dream logic grief core.

Nazis, scalps, and a lot of strudel.

Joker’s chaos. Batman’s brooding. My takeaway: never trust a man in makeup. Or a batsuit.

You’ll either quote it or side-eye those who do. No in-between.

Yeah his name is Josh. Of course.

It’s always sunny in Taipei 🌞🩸

We agreed this is Twilight but hornier.