Parasite

My jaw is on the floor, i hope it’s not flooded.  This was a gorgeous, beautiful, deeply satisfying watch. everything about it itched a part of my brain that enjoys metaphorically utilizing architecture and landscape. The father and children running downhill, the flooding worsening until it reaches maximum levels at their house, “crossing the line”, the working class families not helping each other, the driver smelling like the subway, the heavy stone “clinging” to kiwoo, having the privilege to call every inconvenience a blessing in disguise, the mindset of “best plan is no plan at all”, being so hopelessly stuck to your lifestyle that you even start to worship the rich because you don’t believe you’ll ever be able to climb out of your own personal bunker.  wow wow wow wow  the ending tied it all for me because “so do you think he actually stuck to his plan?”  “No.” Yeah, I’m still living in that bunker and even though it can be opened from the inside, I’m more comfortable in my place down here.