Put into perspective how uniquely Covid and its aftermath fits into history, specifically the at this point inevitable repetition of something bad happening every 10 or if lucky 10 years or so but most of all the generation that had to grow up during those troubled times in history which, I was 15 when the lockdown happened. 2 years of puberty, hormones, of self discovery, of going through teen angst but also isolation and personal and worldwide trauma later and so much of it was filtered through this very screen I’m writing on right now. That was the time I started writing on letterboxd and depended on it as an outlet for me to air out my emotions and thoughts and how that came as a response to the film in question. Now that I’m older and with some distance, I knew it was both desperation, inspiration and childishness all at once. The internet is rarely a good place to deal with the most vulnerable and human but what do you do when that’s all access you have? And when you’re at that tender age, you may think you’re capable of self introspect and reflection and you may but, there’s still not enough, not enough experience, not enough on the table or hindsight to chew on and make sense of what is still largely immediate, Bertrand Bonello’s Coma is thus in many ways a attempt to contemplate the time in recent history in which most if not all navigated towards escape in order to deal with what’s in front of them and of which they can’t actually deal with and just remember how surreal Covid was in many ways.

We can’t see it but it is there possibly, you could protect yourself in theory but the chance to contract the virus is still there especially early on and I remember how powerless and helpless things felt and before you know it everything had shut down, all except the internet. That’s the environment Gen Z and growing Gen Alphas had to find themselves within and I ponder much lately, just how different my teenage years would be if I had been able to go to school, if I had not meet the people I did on the internet, if I had been able to build more outside in the real world then in, I remember the world more vividly during times in which my phone and being online didn’t consume so much of my time but honestly this decade has felt more of a blur, maybe it’s aging doing its thing, despite being 20 i do feel way older than I know I used to be but no matter all the what ifs, we had to be here inevitably where lives are built and destroyed at the taps of buttons and presidency can be make or break depending on what they post online and kids’ mistakes and growing pains hold more consequences and scrutiny than it would have before yet it doesn’t feel so real.

Bonello is once again playing with reality and fantasy, more directly than his other films which keeps his cards close to his chest, elusive about the way his films subtly shifts and manipulate history and iconography and the filmic language itself to make its point that we are constantly living in some sort of reality infused with desires and dreams which in itself is being depicted and created on camera, and that language is often specific and grounded to that specific context precisely which is definitely why I found myself more resonating with Coma and its depiction of a new birth of a new reality in which disturbing deep dives into online spaces and unknowns is as accessible and meaningful to a young teenage girl’s upbringing as her Barbie dolls but unlike how the dolls serves as a bridge for self expression no matter how private and morbid, the internet is open, it is public and you’re trapped by what you gravitate towards just like an algorithm is suppose to transform and slowly it can transform you and the way mentality and socially you function, the implications of which the film doesn’t outright state but it’s not hard to draw the line and see especially when putting this side by side with Bonello’s next film after Coma, the Beast but unlike that films more liberal and universal take on romance and relationship which for many is why they might gravitate towards that more than this, the sheer intimacy, playfulness and willingness of Coma to not just confront but embrace the fact that for better and for worst my generation and those going forward operates on a different playing field when it comes to reality and dreams which are altogether now often blurred and distorted but nonetheless presented as something emotionally true even if in some ways manipulated or exaggerated is both refreshing and reassuring as it is tragic and uncertain. 

That place that once was my shelter against those times, it is still technically where I live but yet it doesn’t feel the same. Meanwhile the internet, for all its transformation, often for the worst, still feels in a strange ghostly way, like it is the same, just that it’s died along the way but unlike us it doesn’t need to be alive in the first place to go on. Not unlike our real world, it’ll eventually crash and burn and we’ll see it but yet if the internet would to have gone away tomorrow, in a strange way I feel it’ll still exist somewhere, maybe until there’s no more human left to remember and be conditioned by it and in that there’s as much horror as there is beauty or as one would say, Coma.

Put into perspective how uniquely Covid and its aftermath fits into history, specifically the at this point inevitable repetition of something bad happening every 10 or if lucky 10 years or so but most of all the generation that had to grow up during those troubled times in history which, I was 15 when the lockdown happened. 2 years of puberty, hormones, of self discovery, of going through teen angst but also isolation and personal and worldwide trauma later and so much of it was filtered through this very screen I’m writing on right now. That was the time I started writing on letterboxd and depended on it as an outlet for me to air out my emotions and thoughts and how that came as a response to the film in question. Now that I’m older and with some distance, I knew it was both desperation, inspiration and childishness all at once. The internet is rarely a good place to deal with the most vulnerable and human but what do you do when that’s all access you have? And when you’re at that tender age, you may think you’re capable of self introspect and reflection and you may but, there’s still not enough, not enough experience, not enough on the table or hindsight to chew on and make sense of what is still largely immediate, Bertrand Bonello’s Coma is thus in many ways a attempt to contemplate the time in recent history in which most if not all navigated towards escape in order to deal with what’s in front of them and of which they can’t actually deal with and just remember how surreal Covid was in many ways.

We can’t see it but it is there possibly, you could protect yourself in theory but the chance to contract the virus is still there especially early on and I remember how powerless and helpless things felt and before you know it everything had shut down, all except the internet. That’s the environment Gen Z and growing Gen Alphas had to find themselves within and I ponder much lately, just how different my teenage years would be if I had been able to go to school, if I had not meet the people I did on the internet, if I had been able to build more outside in the real world then in, I remember the world more vividly during times in which my phone and being online didn’t consume so much of my time but honestly this decade has felt more of a blur, maybe it’s aging doing its thing, despite being 20 i do feel way older than I know I used to be but no matter all the what ifs, we had to be here inevitably where lives are built and destroyed at the taps of buttons and presidency can be make or break depending on what they post online and kids’ mistakes and growing pains hold more consequences and scrutiny than it would have before yet it doesn’t feel so real.

Bonello is once again playing with reality and fantasy, more directly than his other films which keeps his cards close to his chest, elusive about the way his films subtly shifts and manipulate history and iconography and the filmic language itself to make its point that we are constantly living in some sort of reality infused with desires and dreams which in itself is being depicted and created on camera, and that language is often specific and grounded to that specific context precisely which is definitely why I found myself more resonating with Coma and its depiction of a new birth of a new reality in which disturbing deep dives into online spaces and unknowns is as accessible and meaningful to a young teenage girl’s upbringing as her Barbie dolls but unlike how the dolls serves as a bridge for self expression no matter how private and morbid, the internet is open, it is public and you’re trapped by what you gravitate towards just like an algorithm is suppose to transform and slowly it can transform you and the way mentality and socially you function, the implications of which the film doesn’t outright state but it’s not hard to draw the line and see especially when putting this side by side with Bonello’s next film after Coma, the Beast but unlike that films more liberal and universal take on romance and relationship which for many is why they might gravitate towards that more than this, the sheer intimacy, playfulness and willingness of Coma to not just confront but embrace the fact that for better and for worst my generation and those going forward operates on a different playing field when it comes to reality and dreams which are altogether now often blurred and distorted but nonetheless presented as something emotionally true even if in some ways manipulated or exaggerated is both refreshing and reassuring as it is tragic and uncertain. 

That place that once was my shelter against those times, it is still technically where I live but yet it doesn’t feel the same. Meanwhile the internet, for all its transformation, often for the worst, still feels in a strange ghostly way, like it is the same, just that it’s died along the way but unlike us it doesn’t need to be alive in the first place to go on. Not unlike our real world, it’ll eventually crash and burn and we’ll see it but yet if the internet would to have gone away tomorrow, in a strange way I feel it’ll still exist somewhere, maybe until there’s no more human left to remember and be conditioned by it and in that there’s as much horror as there is beauty or as one would say, Coma.

Put into perspective how uniquely Covid and its aftermath fits into history, specifically the at this point inevitable repetition of something bad happening every 10 or if lucky 10 years or so but most of all the generation that had to grow up during those troubled times in history which, I was 15 when the lockdown happened. 2 years of puberty, hormones, of self discovery, of going through teen angst but also isolation and personal and worldwide trauma later and so much of it was filtered through this very screen I’m writing on right now. That was the time I started writing on letterboxd and depended on it as an outlet for me to air out my emotions and thoughts and how that came as a response to the film in question. Now that I’m older and with some distance, I knew it was both desperation, inspiration and childishness all at once. The internet is rarely a good place to deal with the most vulnerable and human but what do you do when that’s all access you have? And when you’re at that tender age, you may think you’re capable of self introspect and reflection and you may but, there’s still not enough, not enough experience, not enough on the table or hindsight to chew on and make sense of what is still largely immediate, Bertrand Bonello’s Coma is thus in many ways a attempt to contemplate the time in recent history in which most if not all navigated towards escape in order to deal with what’s in front of them and of which they can’t actually deal with and just remember how surreal Covid was in many ways.

We can’t see it but it is there possibly, you could protect yourself in theory but the chance to contract the virus is still there especially early on and I remember how powerless and helpless things felt and before you know it everything had shut down, all except the internet. That’s the environment Gen Z and growing Gen Alphas had to find themselves within and I ponder much lately, just how different my teenage years would be if I had been able to go to school, if I had not meet the people I did on the internet, if I had been able to build more outside in the real world then in, I remember the world more vividly during times in which my phone and being online didn’t consume so much of my time but honestly this decade has felt more of a blur, maybe it’s aging doing its thing, despite being 20 i do feel way older than I know I used to be but no matter all the what ifs, we had to be here inevitably where lives are built and destroyed at the taps of buttons and presidency can be make or break depending on what they post online and kids’ mistakes and growing pains hold more consequences and scrutiny than it would have before yet it doesn’t feel so real.

Bonello is once again playing with reality and fantasy, more directly than his other films which keeps his cards close to his chest, elusive about the way his films subtly shifts and manipulate history and iconography and the filmic language itself to make its point that we are constantly living in some sort of reality infused with desires and dreams which in itself is being depicted and created on camera, and that language is often specific and grounded to that specific context precisely which is definitely why I found myself more resonating with Coma and its depiction of a new birth of a new reality in which disturbing deep dives into online spaces and unknowns is as accessible and meaningful to a young teenage girl’s upbringing as her Barbie dolls but unlike how the dolls serves as a bridge for self expression no matter how private and morbid, the internet is open, it is public and you’re trapped by what you gravitate towards just like an algorithm is suppose to transform and slowly it can transform you and the way mentality and socially you function, the implications of which the film doesn’t outright state but it’s not hard to draw the line and see especially when putting this side by side with Bonello’s next film after Coma, the Beast but unlike that films more liberal and universal take on romance and relationship which for many is why they might gravitate towards that more than this, the sheer intimacy, playfulness and willingness of Coma to not just confront but embrace the fact that for better and for worst my generation and those going forward operates on a different playing field when it comes to reality and dreams which are altogether now often blurred and distorted but nonetheless presented as something emotionally true even if in some ways manipulated or exaggerated is both refreshing and reassuring as it is tragic and uncertain. 

That place that once was my shelter against those times, it is still technically where I live but yet it doesn’t feel the same. Meanwhile the internet, for all its transformation, often for the worst, still feels in a strange ghostly way, like it is the same, just that it’s died along the way but unlike us it doesn’t need to be alive in the first place to go on. Not unlike our real world, it’ll eventually crash and burn and we’ll see it but yet if the internet would to have gone away tomorrow, in a strange way I feel it’ll still exist somewhere, maybe until there’s no more human left to remember and be conditioned by it and in that there’s as much horror as there is beauty or as one would say, Coma.

Put into perspective how uniquely Covid and its aftermath fits into history, specifically the at this point inevitable repetition of something bad happening every 10 or if lucky 10 years or so but most of all the generation that had to grow up during those troubled times in history which, I was 15 when the lockdown happened. 2 years of puberty, hormones, of self discovery, of going through teen angst but also isolation and personal and worldwide trauma later and so much of it was filtered through this very screen I’m writing on right now. That was the time I started writing on letterboxd and depended on it as an outlet for me to air out my emotions and thoughts and how that came as a response to the film in question. Now that I’m older and with some distance, I knew it was both desperation, inspiration and childishness all at once. The internet is rarely a good place to deal with the most vulnerable and human but what do you do when that’s all access you have? And when you’re at that tender age, you may think you’re capable of self introspect and reflection and you may but, there’s still not enough, not enough experience, not enough on the table or hindsight to chew on and make sense of what is still largely immediate, Bertrand Bonello’s Coma is thus in many ways a attempt to contemplate the time in recent history in which most if not all navigated towards escape in order to deal with what’s in front of them and of which they can’t actually deal with and just remember how surreal Covid was in many ways.

We can’t see it but it is there possibly, you could protect yourself in theory but the chance to contract the virus is still there especially early on and I remember how powerless and helpless things felt and before you know it everything had shut down, all except the internet. That’s the environment Gen Z and growing Gen Alphas had to find themselves within and I ponder much lately, just how different my teenage years would be if I had been able to go to school, if I had not meet the people I did on the internet, if I had been able to build more outside in the real world then in, I remember the world more vividly during times in which my phone and being online didn’t consume so much of my time but honestly this decade has felt more of a blur, maybe it’s aging doing its thing, despite being 20 i do feel way older than I know I used to be but no matter all the what ifs, we had to be here inevitably where lives are built and destroyed at the taps of buttons and presidency can be make or break depending on what they post online and kids’ mistakes and growing pains hold more consequences and scrutiny than it would have before yet it doesn’t feel so real.

Bonello is once again playing with reality and fantasy, more directly than his other films which keeps his cards close to his chest, elusive about the way his films subtly shifts and manipulate history and iconography and the filmic language itself to make its point that we are constantly living in some sort of reality infused with desires and dreams which in itself is being depicted and created on camera, and that language is often specific and grounded to that specific context precisely which is definitely why I found myself more resonating with Coma and its depiction of a new birth of a new reality in which disturbing deep dives into online spaces and unknowns is as accessible and meaningful to a young teenage girl’s upbringing as her Barbie dolls but unlike how the dolls serves as a bridge for self expression no matter how private and morbid, the internet is open, it is public and you’re trapped by what you gravitate towards just like an algorithm is suppose to transform and slowly it can transform you and the way mentality and socially you function, the implications of which the film doesn’t outright state but it’s not hard to draw the line and see especially when putting this side by side with Bonello’s next film after Coma, the Beast but unlike that films more liberal and universal take on romance and relationship which for many is why they might gravitate towards that more than this, the sheer intimacy, playfulness and willingness of Coma to not just confront but embrace the fact that for better and for worst my generation and those going forward operates on a different playing field when it comes to reality and dreams which are altogether now often blurred and distorted but nonetheless presented as something emotionally true even if in some ways manipulated or exaggerated is both refreshing and reassuring as it is tragic and uncertain. 

That place that once was my shelter against those times, it is still technically where I live but yet it doesn’t feel the same. Meanwhile the internet, for all its transformation, often for the worst, still feels in a strange ghostly way, like it is the same, just that it’s died along the way but unlike us it doesn’t need to be alive in the first place to go on. Not unlike our real world, it’ll eventually crash and burn and we’ll see it but yet if the internet would to have gone away tomorrow, in a strange way I feel it’ll still exist somewhere, maybe until there’s no more human left to remember and be conditioned by it and in that there’s as much horror as there is beauty or as one would say, Coma.

Film de branleur mais qui a réussi à faire skizzer un pote au point où il demande de changer de film

Film de branleur mais qui a réussi à faire skizzer un pote au point où il demande de changer de film

i love mixed media!!

i love mixed media!!

L'Enfer d'Henri-Georges Clouzot in this <3

L'Enfer d'Henri-Georges Clouzot in this <3