I feel bad for star-crossed. It lives under the shadow of its more well-known and applauded predecessor, Golden Hour, but it's just as good you guys! If not better. "good wife" alone is so rich with contradictions and questions, it's a blast dissecting it.

This one terrified me, not in a way a horror film terrifies you (this is by no means horror to the scaredy cats like myself out there btw), but in a way a well-made drama can see you, like really see you, and suddenly make you feel exposed and vulnerable and utterly naked all at once. Asako is the darkest part of myself personified. I don't know how Hamaguchi knows that. The mean and manipulative things she does here are things I would do, too, if I cared less. But no one was supposed to know that. It is both terrifying and thrilling that Asako (and ✨movies in general✨) can do that.

This is Wes Anderson's best film and no one can convince me otherwise.

A heartbreak masterpiece. Looks indigo, tastes metallic, feels like a farewell to youth...somehow Lorde can conjure sensory experiences beyond sound to convey her message, which is that life is fleeting and love is painful but it's all worth it anyway!

"I'm so embarrassed, I'm not a real person yet" continues to live rent-free in my mind. One of the best companions to have when you're in arrested development/in a slump.