duchessofburgundy

wears its influences maybe slightly too proudly on its sleeve, but this feels like the start of something quite special

the line "a perfect defence won't win you the battle" has proven to me that thomas tuchel did NOT get invited to the US premiere

seeing this at the cinema was a religious experience. i will never stop being obsessed with how obviously "new york" is birmingham

when i was 12, i received a text from an online friend on a scorching hot day that our other mutual friend had committed suicide. in the past six or so months, the digital world had gradually replaced all connections i had with the physical, taking solace in a new compartmentalised universe wherein i actually felt vaguely accepted or understood by my fellow freaks. now, i was 12 and definitely should not have been as terminally online as i was, and knew this even at the time, and so couldn't really speak to anybody within my real life about this deep and crushing grief and guilt within a world that was entirely my own. this film articulates exactly that feeling, right down to the protagonist's burden of trying to be a child whilst harbouring the knowledge that you've born witness to the hand of death's tendency to just do whatever it likes. nobody does it like ramsay for how brain-numbingly nauseating it is to exist in the UK and have literally anything unpleasant happen to you, the brutality of all corners of the weather and landscape and the general tendency to avoid talking about anything just existing in tandem eventually becomes a weight too tough to bare. i found out about three months later that this had actually all been her idea of a prank which, sure, everybody makes mistakes but come on man. i'd been through the whole grieving process and had the illusion of childhood shattered by this point