Poor Things

watched with my mommy <3 still stupendous even when i’m not madly stoned and nearly sobbing at bella walking around lisbon for the first time. when i first watched it, i interpreted the film transitioning out of black and white into bella finally seeing the world in color after having sex for the first time (a reasoning i actually really loved and resonated with lmao). during this viewing though, my mom turned to me on her own and simply commented that she loved how it turned to color once she was finally on her own and seeing the world for the very first time. this seems like the more obvious reason, and the more beautiful one too. this film was undoubtedly carved with compassion and it glows because of it🌟🌟