Dìdi (弟弟)

i throwwwwww myself at films that let complex asian mums shine. and this was heartbreakingly beautiful 😀❤️‍🩹. didi joins EEAAO and minari to form the holy trinity of: convulsing, crying and feeling terrifyingly seen. the cool older sibling was too real (i thought mine were SO cool, but would never have admitted it). took me right back to being 10, blasting AFI’s ‘prelude 12/21’ on my bros hand me down ipod classic, staring out the window as if the world had betrayed me 😭 didi knows that feeling. the moodiness. the awkwardness. acting like like a brat to ur parents bc they ‘don’t understand you’. not grasping what THEY’VE gone through. the unbearable cringe that being sincere felt as a preteen... the relatability was sweet. and it ate me alive. LOVE.