i hate this film. i hate alex's fear of rejection. i hate rosie's refusal to be true to her feelings. i hate the universe for always giving them the 'almost' ending. i hate how relatable this is. i hate how i can recognise myself in the bits of these characters. i hate thursday and saturday. i hate october and august. i hate cereal for breakfast. and i will start to hate july.
thankful that i get to see this on the theatre and feel all the emotions washing over me as the screen goes dark and the credits rolled.
I cant piece the right words and I might interpret the movie different than intended, but fuck me, I have never felt more relatable and understood a character more than now. to be the subject of everyone's reflected issues, buzzing in your ears and shoving it down your throat to the point that…
Good lord, what a film.
for a hundred and twenty minutes duration, they managed to make me laugh and bawl my eyes out without a pause. mad how you really couldn't tell what this was about until the club actually opens. the way they introduce the characters were brilliant. noone was left without a decent spotlight and I hold these characters close to heart for just how rich they are. brilliant writing and directing by Coogler, indeed.
I don't think…
