Shithouse

I watched this movie after my sophomore year of college. This film felt like watching parts of my life play out on screen, like some one had followed me with a camera during both my freshman and sophomore years and compiled them into something that you’d only see when you get to Heaven and Saint Peter plays the movie of your life for you.  This film is deeply relatable, as most who watch it will say, and it’s true. It’s beautifully written, incredibly well acted and shot, and personal. When I’m sitting alone in my apartment writing or just drinking coffee while I cook for myself, I think of this movie. I think about my past relationships, the love I lost and the love I know that won’t stick, and this movie comforts me, even though it makes me cry.  The scene where he cries on the phone with his mom, in particular, is the most relatable and emotional scene I’ve ever watched play out. Even though when I watched it, I relived a night I never want to relive, I will praise this movie endlessly and Cooper Raif’s ability behind and in front of the camera.  I don’t know if I’ll watch this again in the future. It’s been 7 months since I have, might be another 7 or longer before I decide to revisit it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it. This film is perfect. I recommend it highly for anyone who’s ever felt lonely or depressed, anxious, unheard or otherwise.  Five stars.