Rushmore

rewatched this at the prince charles cinema in london and it’s now one of my favorite places ever. there was something so euphoric about everyone all buzzing with love and enthusiasm for a movie they know and love so well. hearing ladies get up after the screening and talking about what a “brilliant” movie it was was so joyous. jason schwartzman is perfect in this. i love watching his utter desperation for rosemary, his drive to succeed and the shame he feels for what he has, it’s all messy, shameful emotions distilled so lovingly in a character i love and root for. something about it just put tears in my eyes this screening. the community and the truth of the film just really spoke to me and made me see myself in it and reckon with my more untamed traits. i love rushmore. this review is so sprawling and all over the place but i’m so emotional right now and i never claimed to be a film critic. it’s just a combination of already loving the movie plus seeing it with a bunch of strangers in a dark theatre all sharing this experience together was so moving. the laughter after “OR they?” i will literally cherish forever