Twixt

Coppolas meditation on the loss of of his child and the act of creating art through that loss or rather the lack of creating meaningful art. A movie so drenched in style that the real substance of it gets drowned out almost completely and that’s honestly the saddest part about it. The worst tragedy one can face covered up by the need to create a story that makes up for that loss. I love this movie so fucking much the amount of heart put into this is amazing and hard to put into words. “You are the ending you seek”