A movie about depression, dull offices, and dreading small talk so much that you’d rather die. Really smartly depicts introversion as the struggle to participate, rather than an unwillingness. It’s full of evocative imagery that speaks more clearly and effectively than words tend to on this subject. Her sadness serves to underscore the comedic mundanity around her and the characters feel true. Really effective, felt it deeply, the feature is an improvement to as well an expansion on the short.

— Do you wish you could un-know me?
— I don’t know you.

“I don’t know you.”

Hit a nerve I don’t like to look at within myself for too long. Nails these really specific spaces of loneliness and depression and autism in a way that is so striking. Quiet, stubbornly restrained, makes you wait with baited breath. The jolt of surprise that comes from being noticed after feeling so impossibly isolated from everyone around you for so long. That alarm of “do they see me?” and then the desperate uneasy feeling that you must keep yourself shrouded or else they won’t like what they see. Wanting the company but not knowing what to do with it, each comment or action somehow the wrong one by society’s impossible-to-decipher rules. 

Beautiful visuals, both in the hyper-realism of office spaces and small town aesthetics and the more surrealist moments we spend inside Fran’s head. The blurring of lines between those two things.

“Slow” by many’s standards, but just my speed.

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"It's hard isn't it? Being a human."

I'm a little uncomfortable admitting just how much I felt this movie right through to the core of my soul. Melancholic at heart with a dry peripheral sense of humor.

This is one of those where "if you know you know" and you'll get it, or it will probably just seem alien, pointless, and like nothing is happening.

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Daisy Ridley slack DMing her way into our hearts

There’s a scene in this where the main guy makes a literal pasta dinner for Daisy Ridley and I reacted as if Captain America had just caught Thor’s Hammer.

Cottage cheese is not a cheese.

It’s a curd.

I googled it.

Whomst amongst us does not think about dying from time to time?

Slack-core.

was getting scared as all the similarities between myself & fran stacked up (down to using the same toothbrush), until she said she loves her job… phew! feels like a fluorescent hum. great performances & i especially adore marcia debonis so much. i rewatch her episode on the other two every few months and she taps into that same, lovingly desperate energy here.

isolation and uncertainty inhabit us all in such foreign ways. maybe it’s why we don’t immediately see it in each other, and why we hope for forgiveness once its form is revealed.

SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT DYING will hurt in its relatability for those depressed, lonely & drained by mundanity. Ridley delivers an impactful turn as Fran, a character you fall in love with as she slowly comes out of her shell. Very sweet with laugh-out-loud moments.