this is too familiar for comfort.
chrissy and june's friendship is so intimate that it's uncomfortable to look at, feels incredibly real down to the awkward silences and tiny aggressions and that bare desperation from the first that's peppered all across the movie. it's the tiny details. all the glances, touches, the way they talk. pictures chrissy takes, how she takes them. there's a lot of love between them but it's twisted by all the circumstances, the cruelty waiting to reach them at every step of their roadtrip. all of this just reminds me of a girl i used to know.
the slow pacing does a lot for this as well, it only pick-ups at the very end; when the first half eases you into the world these girls live in, the second one shows just how quickly that same ugly reality can creep in and leave you with consequences you're too young to understand the gravity of. this, combined with the fact that it was shot on minidv, gives the movie even more of that uncomfortable memory-like rawness in some scenes and turns into a hazy, unreal blur in the others. it's a beautiful movie with an interesting use of lighting.
scene in mr.dew's house was sickening and terrifying. climactic. i don't or can't say a lot about it, so repulsive, so intimate once more. it's shot in a way that you can almost feel yourself filling chrissy's role, it brought me an uneasy sense of comfort, in a way, because, really who wasn't her at least once?
this is too familiar for comfort.
chrissy and june's friendship is so intimate that it's uncomfortable to look at, feels incredibly real down to the awkward silences and tiny aggressions and that bare desperation from the first that's peppered all across the movie. it's the tiny details. all the glances, touches, the way they talk. pictures chrissy takes, how she takes them. there's a lot of love between them but it's twisted by all the circumstances, the cruelty waiting to reach them at every step of their roadtrip. all of this just reminds me of a girl i used to know.
the slow pacing does a lot for this as well, it only pick-ups at the very end; when the first half eases you into the world these girls live in, the second one shows just how quickly that same ugly reality can creep in and leave you with consequences you're too young to understand the gravity of. this, combined with the fact that it was shot on minidv, gives the movie even more of that uncomfortable memory-like rawness in some scenes and turns into a hazy, unreal blur in the others. it's a beautiful movie with an interesting use of lighting.
scene in mr.dew's house was sickening and terrifying. climactic. i don't or can't say a lot about it, so repulsive, so intimate once more. it's shot in a way that you can almost feel yourself filling chrissy's role, it brought me an uneasy sense of comfort, in a way, because, really who wasn't her at least once?
