Parasite

Nice because she’s rich.  Six years later, we return—this time in IMAX. Is it sentimentality I feel? Maybe. Or perhaps it’s something deeper, something that speaks to how I’ve grown with this film. I find myself reflecting on everything from my initial awe to the countless conversations I’ve had with friends about it, and even how my own attitudes and opinions have evolved over time.   I’ll keep it brief: the devil is in the details, and Parasite moves like a symphony, each note deliberate, each moment aching with meaning.