them bitches were on pointe.
i love a movie where the ending feels inevitable, where i’m speechless and need to sit in my solitude after…
this is one of those movies.
franck, my dear heart, you hopeless romantic, ignoring every fucking red flag in the history of red flags…i hope you’re okay.
it’s the way i want to smack both these bitches.
tell me a story that moves me.
LISTEN. was this a heartbreakingly beautiful portrayal of grief? ABSOLUTELY.
did the timeline jumping around absolutely piss me off? also, ABSOLUTELY. i felt that it detracts from first watches of what is a truly GORGEOUS film.
while i am not a stranger of having to rewatch things to understand them, i am pretty staunchly against confusing viewers for what seems to be no reason at all.
i know i’m going to probably raise this…