Annabelle

> Flicker I wanted to watch a comedy… **well it was a mistake**. Because beyond the fact that this film isn’t funny, it’s unsettling. I think you can laugh about a lot of things — almost anything. But there are ways to do it, with subtlety, with intelligence. **And here, it’s just catastrophic.** I also think freedom of expression is great, talking about everything and anything, sure — **but there are still things you can keep to yourself**. Like these very, very weird fantasies. And the worst part is the way it’s handled. **I mean, at what point does something like rape become a “fantasy”? If that’s a fantasy, go get help. **And even beyond that, all the other fantasies in the film take on a tone that’s just… deeply uncomfortable, **because there’s basically no consent involved**. Maybe I sound like a buzzkill, **but with topics like these, there are ways to approach them**. This isn’t one of them. Anyway — yeah. This film is, overall, **a massive piece of shit**.

> Flicker *The Usual Suspects* is literally the definition of an “**average movie with dad**”. I had seen it years ago with my dad, but I had almost completely forgotten it. Watching it again felt like rediscovering something oddly familiar, like a memory that comes back in fragments. What I love about **it is how it makes you feel like you understand everything… when you actually don’t**. It’s clever without trying too hard, constantly pulling you in without ever showing its full hand. And yeah, **the twist**. Not just a random shock factor, but the kind that quietly reshapes everything you just watched. **The kind that makes you want to restart the film immediately, just to catch what you missed. ** So honestly, I don’t really get the hate it sometimes gets on *Letterboxd*. Maybe it’s because it’s become too iconic, or maybe people just expect more now. But for what it is? It still works. **And it works really well.**

> Flicker I watched *The Adam Project* and honestly, **it’s just a really sweet, comforting film**. I watched it with my dad, and seeing him enjoy it made it even better — **he found it genuinely touching, and so did I**. It’s one of those films that’s just… easy. **Emotional, a bit funny, very heartfelt. **Nothing complicated, nothing heavy — **just something that makes you feel good**. Perfect for a chill night after a long day of studying. **Simple, warm, and really enjoyable.**

> Flicker **This is one of the most devastating films I have ever seen.** Not just “sad.” **Devastating.** The kind of film that doesn’t make you cry — **it takes something out of you**. Everything is beautiful, and everything hurts. At the same time. What struck me the most is this almost unbearable idea: **being able to create, to imagine, to dream… while your life is collapsing**. *Selma* doesn’t escape reality — she **transforms it**. She turns the noise of the world into music, like it’s the only way she can stay alive. And then there’s *Björk*. I don’t even know how to describe it — she doesn’t “act.” She **is**. Fragile, steady, lost, luminous. But what broke me wasn’t even the injustice. **It’s the fact that she doesn’t defend herself.** She could speak. Fight. Exist. But she chooses something else. **She chooses her son.** And in that moment, it’s no longer about justice or injustice. **It’s about love.** A love so immense it erases everything else. Even herself. And that… that hit me in a very personal way. **Because I didn’t grow up with that kind of maternal love. So seeing that a mother can sacrifice everything — even her own life — for her child… it pierces right through me.** Because I almost gave up on my own life because of what my mother did to me. And witnessing that kind of love, that kind of sacrifice… **it’s both unbearably beautiful and deeply painful**. The last scenes don’t even feel like cinema anymore. They feel like something you have to endure. I should have stopped before the final song. But I didn’t. **And now I know this film is going to stay with me for a very long time.**