Diary entries forShe's Rain
She's Rain
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐บ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ.โ Boys who donโt know what to do. Girls with too many feelings. Teenhood is complicated, but whatโs more complicated is expelling all those nuisances to the world. To be heard, to be seen. Be understood. Shiraha pivots players to bump heads through the inadequacies of the self through 80s dress and decor, shot on film, and you canโt help but feel charmed by it all. Set in summer, thereโs a breeze that wafts through it all. Riding high on television melodrama with face cards that make you think back to first kisses and the last love. I canโt help but think something feels so stifled with the film. Perhaps mannerisms or the very virginized ways of moving through the world that feel cold in the very sharp framings of the film. Scene by scene, everything looks good, liveable, but I wonder if it really is the reservations of not yet knowing how to move through the adult world that stop this from becoming anymore more but that breeze. But I guess thatโs what summer stops us from. From wanting the ocean a bit closer to us to calm hot nerves and free us from the heat that weighs us down. Soft hues with a gelato haze, rich in colors, itโs the perfect summer film, one I want to stay in for the next three months.