Eva

Guys let’s all lighten up for a second and admit that this was an amazing live action.  I actually haven’t revisited the original film in a whileeeeee, and I was pleasantly surprised. Say what you want about live action remakes, but getting to see it now, after growing up with the original, felt like the film grew up with me. And it really translated on screen. The casting was incredible. Every single choice just made sense. They weren’t trying to imitate the animated characters, they brought them to life in a more grounded, real way. And the cinematography? So beautiful. Every flying scene looked unreal. Yeah, you can tell it’s CGI, but who cares? It’s a movie about dragons. Holy shit though, the score was incredible. John Powell did not miss. He took everything that made the original so emotional and brought it back even fuller and deeper. The music actually carried a lot of the film. And what really hit me was how the meaning of the story changed for me. When I was younger, it felt like a movie about facing your fears and bravery. Now, it feels more like it’s about not following the path that’s been laid out for you about questioning what you’re taught, breaking cycles, and choosing your own way, even when it’s hard. It reminded me why I love fantasy so much — it takes the wildest parts of your imagination and makes them feel just a little bit possible. Hit my Scorsese a couple times, watched in 3D as well, banger.

Fuck this is brutal.  My Girl brilliantly captures the subtle, inevitable moment when a child begins to understand the permanence of loss. It’s not loud about it, there’s no grand epiphany, just quiet shifts in light, long pauses, and the stillness that follows absence. Howard Zieff tells the story with a kind of restrained tenderness, the film’s visual language echoes its emotional one. The cinematography leans into softness and space, warm summer tones blur the line between memory and present, and the camera work often leaves Vada small within the frame, underscoring how unfamiliar everything starts to feel once innocence is disrupted. What makes the film resonate is its honesty. It doesn’t simplify grief or wrap childhood in nostalgia. It allows space for confusion, denial, and the awkward way we begin to process what we can’t yet name. Even in its heaviest scenes, My Girl remains so tender and raw. It reminds you that growing up often begins in silence, not with answers, but with the realization that some questions stay unanswered. And somehow, life keeps moving around them.