Ugh, couldn't stop crying through the entire second half of this.

For reasons I don't really understand, I don't remember most of my childhood and can't recall much about it without having something to remind me of my own experiences. It's always a very weird sensation when something does this because it's never what I expect, and I was not expecting it to happen several times while watching this! Very unifying to see so many of my own immigrant child experiences reflected in the immigrant child experiences of someone from an entirely different country whose family moved to an entirely different part of the US. Brought on a lot of tears. Can't think too much about the aspect of faith…

There’s just SO much incredible stuff about this movie that Will Patton’s performance/character feels like it’s never part of the discussion and that’s a shame. He’s just so fucking good. Every scene of his is perfect. The interplay of religion and class and race and immigration in this movie is handled so so so deftly and plays out without feeling like a heavy-handed drama that installs a cruel white character to exist as a synecdoche for all racial conflict. In fact, there’s no racial conflict here. There’s a small moment of ignorance in the middle that is clearly meant to play as childhood ignorance, and that’s it. It would be far too easy to let race stand out as the…

something about minari reminded me of how isolating it can be to want to take care of someone, especially when it’s tied with one clinging to their independence. jacob wants to provide & take care of his family, but there is a stubbornness that makes it difficult for his wife & kids to accept. he sees care as this big gesture – a plot of land that will give them freedom, opportunity, and hope. but he becomes so involved in that dream that his love is not received, at least not as intended. 

what about care is fulfilling? to me, it’s in acts like bandaging someone up after they hurt themselves, and looking at them & telling them they are strong & good. they…