This movie and lilya4ever really motivate me to kill myself

This movie and lilya4ever really motivate me to kill myself

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i don't understand why this remains one of the most haunting, yet overlooked, entries in the canon of films confronting child exploitation. unlike christiane f. (1981), lilya-4-ever (2002), or the works of gregg araki films that have earned rightful recognition for their raw portrayals of youth in crisis and yet, its impact is just as devastating. what i hate and love here is the lack of stylization or safe narrative distance. i love how this film demands witness, and its staggering portrayal of systemic failure.

this is the third part of wiktor grodecki’s trilogy, but unlike the documentary-style of not angels but angels (1994) and body without soul (1996), this one’s scripted and somehow that makes it worse, 'cause of its brutal realism. this film doesn't care about pacing or polish it wants you to feel something. the camera becomes just another set of eyes, watching as broken boys sell themselves to survive. it’s almost ritualistic, the way misery repeats, and grodecki doesn’t even flinch. the ending is totally pmo; it felt like watching someone take their last breath and knowing no one was ever gonna help them.

i’ve watched heavy stuff in my lifetime, but this one definitely haunts me. what amazed me most was the lack of distance. grodecki doesn’t give me the comfort of metaphor or stylization. he knows this is happening, he knows because he’s filmed it before, because it literally exists, and that knowledge of him bleeds into every moment. nothing’s explained, because nothing needs to be. the horror is the reality. the system. the poverty. the abandonment. the neverending cycle of grooming and exploitation. it’s all too real, because this kind of story isn’t rare they just didn’t get a chance to talk about it.

rated 5 stars and put in my top 10 ’cause i just love this kind of film showing harsh realities and meant to open my eyes also i love how this film gives them faces, voices, and awareness to people.

: the third part of wiktor grodecki’s trilogy | the art of emotional wreckage | top 10 movies

i don't understand why this remains one of the most haunting, yet overlooked, entries in the canon of films confronting child exploitation. unlike christiane f. (1981), lilya-4-ever (2002), or the works of gregg araki films that have earned rightful recognition for their raw portrayals of youth in crisis and yet, its impact is just as devastating. what i hate and love here is the lack of stylization or safe narrative distance. i love how this film demands witness, and its staggering portrayal of systemic failure.

this is the third part of wiktor grodecki’s trilogy, but unlike the documentary-style of not angels but angels (1994) and body without soul (1996), this one’s scripted and somehow that makes it worse, 'cause of its brutal realism. this film doesn't care about pacing or polish it wants you to feel something. the camera becomes just another set of eyes, watching as broken boys sell themselves to survive. it’s almost ritualistic, the way misery repeats, and grodecki doesn’t even flinch. the ending is totally pmo; it felt like watching someone take their last breath and knowing no one was ever gonna help them.

i’ve watched heavy stuff in my lifetime, but this one definitely haunts me. what amazed me most was the lack of distance. grodecki doesn’t give me the comfort of metaphor or stylization. he knows this is happening, he knows because he’s filmed it before, because it literally exists, and that knowledge of him bleeds into every moment. nothing’s explained, because nothing needs to be. the horror is the reality. the system. the poverty. the abandonment. the neverending cycle of grooming and exploitation. it’s all too real, because this kind of story isn’t rare they just didn’t get a chance to talk about it.

rated 5 stars and put in my top 10 ’cause i just love this kind of film showing harsh realities and meant to open my eyes also i love how this film gives them faces, voices, and awareness to people.

: the third part of wiktor grodecki’s trilogy | the art of emotional wreckage | top 10 movies

This is my mysterious skin. The acting in some part was a little choppy, and the pacing was also off to me. The movie was also kinda camp at times. I grew to care about the characters, though. Sad and melodramatic. A good watch in my opinion.

This is my mysterious skin. The acting in some part was a little choppy, and the pacing was also off to me. The movie was also kinda camp at times. I grew to care about the characters, though. Sad and melodramatic. A good watch in my opinion.