this is constructed brilliantly. felt like wading through dying memories. the story itself is scattered and simplistic, the composition is what gives it such life.
aimlessness, alienation, repression. all so palpable. trying to find yourself in meaningless sex, desire a last bastion of self. despair swells, gnawing holes in this hazy recollection before consuming entirely. nostalgia crushed beneath the weight of grief.
quite a grim film. which i can easily find unfavorable with certain media, it works here because its honest. juvenile and miserable, yes. but its sincerity is what makes it so cutting. delicate, clearly deeply personal and in pursuit of introspection. it wants visibility. this is not a voyeuristic emulation of queer misery. absolutely lovely in such a devastating way.
this is constructed brilliantly. felt like wading through dying memories. the story itself is scattered and simplistic, the composition is what gives it such life.
aimlessness, alienation, repression. all so palpable. trying to find yourself in meaningless sex, desire a last bastion of self. despair swells, gnawing holes in this hazy recollection before consuming entirely. nostalgia crushed beneath the weight of grief.
quite a grim film. which i can easily find unfavorable with certain media, it works here because its honest. juvenile and miserable, yes. but its sincerity is what makes it so cutting. delicate, clearly deeply personal and in pursuit of introspection. it wants visibility. this is not a voyeuristic emulation of queer misery. absolutely lovely in such a devastating way.
