Nomadland

I cannot describe how this film hit me. Absolutely perfect. In the social sense, I think the critique here is very suttle, yet perfect. For me, it shows in a great way the hardships of the labor class, having to struggle most of their lives to achieve what they think will be true happiness, but having that dream be crushed by the capitalist world. This is shown perfectly in a story told by one of the campers: "I worked for corporate America for twenty years. My friend Bill worked for the same company and he had liver failure. A week before he was about to retire, HR called him, in hospice, and said ‘let’s talk about your retirement!’ He died ten days later... having never taken that sailboat he bought out of his driveway. He missed out on everything. He told me before he died ‘just don’t waste any time, Merle. Don’t waste any time.’ So I retired as soon as I could. I didn’t want my sailboat to be in my driveway when I died."