just watch any other movie ever made instead

Halfway through this I got irrationally upset. This Ansel Elgort marathon was for a video (obviously) but it still felt like such a waste of time. There are so many things I’ve wanted to watch and read with the time I’ve had in quarantine. So much schoolwork this week that I’ve put 70% into rather than 100% for the sake of making time to get through these films. Anytime you get to a point where you’re watching a movie and…
I assumed this was off limits. “Turkles,” I thought to myself, “there’s no fucking way.”
I found it on Amazon Prime, the beginning of the end.
“QUALITY. INDEPENDENT. CINEMA.” pops up on the screen. We’re in for a ride.
This changed the way I look at this medium. For the better? For the worse? I’m still figuring that out. Maybe it’s ahead of it’s time.
Fuck you, Noah Centineo. Fuck you.