
Compulsive liar son or incel daughter? What’s worse: to do something cruel and actively justify it/remain unchanged when there’s no real consequences or to nearly do something unthinkable but stop yourself, deconstruct it, and completely change yourself for the better afterwards? Made me unpack the extent to where my own empathy could extend. Deeply uncomfortable movie, but hey I guess that’s what art’s supposed to do

Mario my forever opp for kicking this out of IMAX I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him

Greig Fraser you’re invited to my wedding and also all of my birthdays

Fishing scene in 70mm IMAX front & center put me into an actual hypnotic trance I’m not kidding