Diary entries forLittle Children
Little Children
تجربه جميلة وبنفس الوقت غريبه و مشاعر ملخبطه لأن الفلم في نصفه الأول كان كأنه مثل أي فلم معتاد لكن بالنصف الثاني بدأت الأحداث بالتصاعد و هنا تحديداً طغى الجانب الدرامي على الفلم I felt so sorry for Mr. McCorvey. I just wanted to cry with him too.
Little Children
i only watched for patrick wilson’s ass, why lie?
Little Children
Revving up for my anticipated viewing of TÁR! What a strange little film. I can't help but think of 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. Perhaps because they both take place in the suburbs, follow a string of narratives that don't entirely add up in the end but express the frustrations, the queerness, the very strangeness that exists in living in the suburbs. Not much happens, but all the little things add up. They explode. Implode, lash out in proportions that seem bigger than the characters themselves, and you're invested. I itched with boredome, but developed this rash of hyper-curiosity that kept me invested the whole way through. I think the way the last act unfolds streak question marks across my face. Not necassarily in a good or bad way, but it made me think about a reread of Madame Bovary. What is choice? What is freedom? What does it mean to lead a fulfilling life? Does any of this matter in the suburbs? Did the suburbs teach me anything? Was I alone in it at all?
