when will we finally kill ruby and everyone who uses it
Gladiator II, 2024 - ★★★
fun ride, but not particularly good
- why do all the men in the film have insane sexual tension with one another
- what’s up the parallels between his mother and wife?
- in my dreams, pedro pascal x paul mescal goes quite differently
- stop edging me with the tiger
- lol-ed at the last song and its weird hippie vibe
retiring to my thoreau cabin to write a horror story about a man whore pleasing women with the screwdriver technique
not even the factory floor is a safe space for men anymore bc of woke
deeply desperate for the new macbook pros
talking to my mother and feeling like i’m communicating with a foreign life form
living for the theatre drama bc i can use that for my piece about small horrors
The Substance, 2024
we need to say ‘no’ again.
some thoughts in no particular order:
- why are the makers of the substance offscreen, criticising demi moore
- THEY ARE NOT ONE PERSON, what is she getting out of this
- world building beggars belief—it’s not the 80s anymore, how is anyone doing jane fonda style aerobics for breakfast tv that famous / ‘the network’ / similar to assayas’ non-fiction in having been overtaken by reality for the things it criticises / HOW MUCH DOES SHE PAY / maybe there is more horror in her being 50 and having no hobbies or interests besides doing jane fonda aerobic exercises on morning tv → she’s won an oscar, has a star on the walk of fame, but it seems to mean nothing at all
- looks mostly good, but god, one can have too many visual (and sonic!) references / what the actual fuck is up with her apartment. it makes no sense in physical space and is also r/malelivingspace
- third act really overstayed its welcome
- in general doesn’t trust its audience to pick up on anything (same as megalopolis → is this a 2024 problem?)
- liked: visceral, nauseating horror of eating
- hated: the pornographic shots of moore and qualley
Megalopolis, 2024 - ½
the worst film i have ever paid to see. a legacy ruining stain without redeeming qualities held up by a cast delivering atrocious performances of even worse material
doing the serenity prayer about not running the die drei ??? brand. we need murder, sex, and an ed up in there
