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The most lynchian film that's not been made by Lynch
I audibly laughed several times
Great movie
2d ago
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One of the more interesting and original movies I’ve seen this year. It’s more than the premise suggests, and way more than your typical wannabe Kaufman and/or Kafka story. Provocative, daring, and really quite funny.
Also I can’t get “I Wanna Get Next To You” out of my head.
Nov 12, 2024
I went to see this for the first time at the special brunch showing at nitehawk a few months ago and I still think about it. It was a theater full of men + me and we were all giggling for most of the movie. Loved it!
Apr 8, 2024
Don't know about favourite per se but it definitely left me feeling more confused and uncomfortable than any other movie I've seen, and isn't that what good movies do?
Jun 28, 2024
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There's this one note on the app I fill with entries like a list– from the most joy-inducing feeling to the shortest happening– in a few words, anything that once mattered to me.
Key point is sincerity. Anything that can catch you saying: "What a blessing it is to be alive!". It's thoroughgoing work but once you commit it's a very rewarding outcome. Your very own reflection in this world through what you notice. The sense that you're surrounded by proof of love, knowing that you belong in that space.
I go over it again and again perfecting it, I try to stay true and aware. My friends began theirs at my incentive, we share our findings together and it mutually gives us inspiration. I wish everyone made a list of what they love. I'm kickstarting the project.
Feb 17, 2025
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Recess in primary school: I hung from the metal spider web–whatever you call it–upside down, until my face would flush as bright as a ruby. The bells rang, the teachers gathered us in.
During class I noticed I lost the ring that my best friend Marie had given me cause we got along so well and easy. This ring bore a little ladybug, my lucky charm, and it was the only piece of jewelry I owned at 9 years old. It must've slipped out of my finger earlier, wiggling in the playground pretending to float, I thought. Once I put the pieces back together, recovering the ring became my top priority.
The next break was a race against the clock. Although the other kids running around got in my way, I could reach the spot and began scooping the pebbles with my hands. I turned the ground over–my nails and knees all dusty–I dug and dug and picked every rock in this square, but nothing. I was defeated.
The ring may still be here as of now, an artifact of where once great friendship took flight.
This story isn't an achievement of any kind, it isn't a staple in my life, just an anecdote among many. But it is how I wish to be remembered: a dear friend, arm-deep in the grime, trying to find something special, something shiny, a gift.
Thank you for the memories that your question brought up, given that I don't recall most of my childhood, it's a real brain twister (in a good way).
Feb 18, 2025
I spent all night reading poetry, at 5am I wasn't halfway done. Here's what I found:
Feb 17, 2025