That one sequence. You’ll know it when you see it. Magnum opus type scene. Spirit awakening type scene. Inspirational, foundational, monumental.

That one sequence. You’ll know it when you see it. Magnum opus type scene. Spirit awakening type scene. Inspirational, foundational, monumental.
Charles fucking Melton. I don’t want to reduce a movie that’s clearly crafted with so much skill to create scenes brimming with unease to a single performance, but Melton is so absurdly good that without him, I’m not sure how this movie reaches those insane harrowing levels. His body language, his mannerisms, his delivery— he is the personification of stolen innocence and your heart breaks for him.
Portman, Moore, the campy piano melody that plays after a reveal, the dressing room shot, the Portman letter monologue— all pieces of a sick and tragic puzzle that is May December.
There is no sport more intimate or erotic than tennis. It is one of the few major sports where two players agree to partake, for hours, in a duel of body, mind, and soul. Naturally, to engage with anyone that intensely, an inescapable relationship is forged— one that intensifies with every stroke, every bead of sweat, every grunt. It may not be as fleshy as boxing, but arguably the lack of is what makes tennis more arousing— is not…
What school did you go to?
Brown
Student loans?
No
I’m sorry, you’re dying.
Womp womp, movie uses AI images for some of the commercial break/transition title cards. I can already see the response, “it’s not that big of a deal” or “it doesn’t affect the movie”, which the latter may be true, but it’s a slippery slope. If this gets a , where do we draw the line? Complacency in accepting AI now is complacency for AI in the future— a very bleak future.
Shame, for what’s it worth, I enjoyed the movie…
Forgetting is normal.
There’s this obsession that we need to it all— to the point where we are practically vilified for forgetting and moving on. It’s unrealistic, but more importantly, unfair. Mahito shouldn’t feel guilty, neither should we.
It’s an even more poignant message considering it’s coming from a master reaching the end of his career.
The Miyazaki x Hisaishi combo shatters me every single time but I wouldn’t have it any other way (I’ll send them my therapy bill though).
Having Paul Mescal essentially be Maximus 2.0 sounds like a cool idea, but it’s ultimately a reminder that very few actors had the level of magnetism Crowe had in 2000. Wouldn’t say he is sauceless and the script rehashing the first movie isn’t doing his characters any favors, but there is an element that is missing.
Fortunately, Denzel is one of the greatest actors to walk this earth, so even when the movie crumbles under its own grandiosity towards the…
Found myself consistently stunned, not so much by the enormity of the physical, but by its ability to amplify the intimate. There’s a moment in the movie, where a switch is flipped and Paul begins to embrace the fanaticism and that’s when I knew I was watching something special. Also the sandworm scene.
When does loyalty shift into worship? Like a line drawn in sand, it exists as we stare at it, but once we look away, it becomes indistinguishable.
Movie unironically uses the word “unalive” by the way. Society is cooked.
Too many characters, Overworld feels weightless, storytelling is afterthought— normal ingredients for a blockbuster intended for kids from a studio that only cares about exploiting an IP kids love. 2025 y’all.
Incoming “it’s a kids a movie” excuses as if kids movies can’t be good