Dear god, I pray I never fall in love with a hoarder. In all seriousness, this movie had some really great drama. The acting is superb iconic line for me was “merry cunting christmas” haha the comedy was great to innit. Really a great watch tonight.

Dear god, I pray I never fall in love with a hoarder. In all seriousness, this movie had some really great drama. The acting is superb iconic line for me was “merry cunting christmas” haha the comedy was great to innit. Really a great watch tonight.

Hoard rewatch day!

A little over a month has gone by since I first laid eyes on this movie and I have yet to stop thinking about it. I’ve recommended it to every single person I know – even to people I don’t – and there hasn’t been a single person that hasn’t enjoyed it so far & I think that says more than enough about the geniality of the picture. 

Hoard is a perfect movie all throughout, it’s odd, unique and unapologetically raw. It tackles perfectly into themes of humanity, interpersonal relationships and the challenges brought upon us by our experiences.

As I said, I have yet to stop thinking about it. I keep puzzling scenes together in my mind, noticing and realizing things I hadn’t upon a first and second watch. 

I was having dinner the day after my first rewatch and remembered a specific scene from earlier on in the picture.
Maria (Saura Lightfoot Leon), grown up at this point, rushing to get ready for school. Michelle (Samantha Spiro) is telling her about a man coming to stay with them for a while, Michael (Joseph Quinn), and a knife falls over the counter onto the floor. 
Then, as she’s heading out for school, a fork also falls. She pauses for a second and when she picks it up she asks aloud:
And that’s where her journey with grief begins.

She sits by the door, Cynthia’s (Hayley Squires) ashes beside her. Processing her mother’s passing after ten years of no contact. Maria starts collecting memories, some vivid and some more like dreams, getting lost in her own little world, until Michael comes home. 
Here’s where an absolutely jaw flooring scene takes place. A scene that I’ve never mentioned to anyone that I’ve talked about this film with, yet, still the one I think about most. The ash eating scene.
I won’t get into much detail, since it’s a truly grotesquely fascinating spectacle to sit through — that I think everyone deserves to have the chance to savor in real time, still, I couldn’t go on for another review without mentioning it.
Maria engages in the grisly act of eating her mother’s ashes, alongside Michael, to cope with her loss, literally internalizing her past. 
This scene also marks the true beginning of their partnership during her grieving process.

In the end, it’s the little details that truly made me fall in love with this movie. They’re subtle, while not being hard to notice, but also not so spot on that it becomes uninteresting.
It’s a visceral experience from beginning to end & that’s personally what I love most about Hoard.

Hoard rewatch day!

A little over a month has gone by since I first laid eyes on this movie and I have yet to stop thinking about it. I’ve recommended it to every single person I know – even to people I don’t – and there hasn’t been a single person that hasn’t enjoyed it so far & I think that says more than enough about the geniality of the picture. 

Hoard is a perfect movie all throughout, it’s odd, unique and unapologetically raw. It tackles perfectly into themes of humanity, interpersonal relationships and the challenges brought upon us by our experiences.

As I said, I have yet to stop thinking about it. I keep puzzling scenes together in my mind, noticing and realizing things I hadn’t upon a first and second watch. 

I was having dinner the day after my first rewatch and remembered a specific scene from earlier on in the picture.
Maria (Saura Lightfoot Leon), grown up at this point, rushing to get ready for school. Michelle (Samantha Spiro) is telling her about a man coming to stay with them for a while, Michael (Joseph Quinn), and a knife falls over the counter onto the floor. 
Then, as she’s heading out for school, a fork also falls. She pauses for a second and when she picks it up she asks aloud:
And that’s where her journey with grief begins.

She sits by the door, Cynthia’s (Hayley Squires) ashes beside her. Processing her mother’s passing after ten years of no contact. Maria starts collecting memories, some vivid and some more like dreams, getting lost in her own little world, until Michael comes home. 
Here’s where an absolutely jaw flooring scene takes place. A scene that I’ve never mentioned to anyone that I’ve talked about this film with, yet, still the one I think about most. The ash eating scene.
I won’t get into much detail, since it’s a truly grotesquely fascinating spectacle to sit through — that I think everyone deserves to have the chance to savor in real time, still, I couldn’t go on for another review without mentioning it.
Maria engages in the grisly act of eating her mother’s ashes, alongside Michael, to cope with her loss, literally internalizing her past. 
This scene also marks the true beginning of their partnership during her grieving process.

In the end, it’s the little details that truly made me fall in love with this movie. They’re subtle, while not being hard to notice, but also not so spot on that it becomes uninteresting.
It’s a visceral experience from beginning to end & that’s personally what I love most about Hoard.

such an odd movie, so good 
and thanks tricia for the recommendation!!

such an odd movie, so good 
and thanks tricia for the recommendation!!

I spent the last ten days thinking about this one. Ten days fighting the urge to rewatch it because it felt too soon. Now I just think I didn’t rewatch it soon enough. 

I’ve been going through reviews trying to understand the divisiveness on people’s thoughts on Hoard & I’ve yet to find anything to make sense of the negative responses other than some people are just too confined to their own perception of life, grief, trauma and love. 
As for me thought, the chance to learn and understand things beyond my personal comprehension is exactly what I love most about movies.

I honestly don’t think there’s a singular thing I’d point out about this piece that I didn’t absolutely adore.

Growing up, Maria (Lily-Beau Leach / Saura Lightfoot-Leon) learned about love. She never learned about being truly cared for. This love she knew, however, was toxic, and in some ways, even degrading. 
So, when she met Michael (Joseph Quinn), she found comfort in their poisonous dynamic. Him being as messed up as she is, gave her a sense of freedom to unleash her wild and animalistic nature, and Michael, instead of putting constraints upon the situation, enabled it, giving Maria a sense of shelter from the outside world’s adverse perspective on love. 
We can now clearly see how distorted her views on love and pleasure are, as she mistakenly thinks pain and pleasure should & go hand in hand. 

There’s also this particular scene, more towards the end, Maria is walking around carrying her little drum kit and she happens to come across Michael. This one line she says has been completely engraved in my mind.

I spent the last ten days thinking about this one. Ten days fighting the urge to rewatch it because it felt too soon. Now I just think I didn’t rewatch it soon enough. 

I’ve been going through reviews trying to understand the divisiveness on people’s thoughts on Hoard & I’ve yet to find anything to make sense of the negative responses other than some people are just too confined to their own perception of life, grief, trauma and love. 
As for me thought, the chance to learn and understand things beyond my personal comprehension is exactly what I love most about movies.

I honestly don’t think there’s a singular thing I’d point out about this piece that I didn’t absolutely adore.

Growing up, Maria (Lily-Beau Leach / Saura Lightfoot-Leon) learned about love. She never learned about being truly cared for. This love she knew, however, was toxic, and in some ways, even degrading. 
So, when she met Michael (Joseph Quinn), she found comfort in their poisonous dynamic. Him being as messed up as she is, gave her a sense of freedom to unleash her wild and animalistic nature, and Michael, instead of putting constraints upon the situation, enabled it, giving Maria a sense of shelter from the outside world’s adverse perspective on love. 
We can now clearly see how distorted her views on love and pleasure are, as she mistakenly thinks pain and pleasure should & go hand in hand. 

There’s also this particular scene, more towards the end, Maria is walking around carrying her little drum kit and she happens to come across Michael. This one line she says has been completely engraved in my mind.

Had to take a few days to properly digest this but I couldn’t go on without writing something about it. 

I love movies, always have & always will. Still, for the most part, everything I’ve been watching for the past couple months has been personally quite underwhelming. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed the movies I’ve seen nor that they weren’t good, that’s not the case at all. I’m not sure if this is a me thing, if I just haven’t been in the right headspace or mood and whatnot, I just personally haven’t been connecting with films like I used to.
Hoard absolutely smacked me out of that slump. 

It might be the shock factor and the discomfort this made me feel. Might even be that the movie found me at the right place and time in my life. I’m honestly not sure what it is about Hoard specifically, of all movies, that touched me so deeply. What I do know is that I’m beyond pleased to be feeling this way. 

Everything about this is so fascinating. The raw portrayal of mental illness, hoarding — a not so often explored topic in media — being the subject in question, the fact that it is written & directed by a woman (Luna Carmoon take your flowers!!).

I think what charms me most about this picture though, is the genuine care. The attentiveness to detail, the regard taken by all those involved into depicting such a gut wrenching reality with so much precision and caution. I swear I could feel the awareness of the responsibility that comes with sharing these stories through the screen.
Just wow! Absolutely beautiful.

Had to take a few days to properly digest this but I couldn’t go on without writing something about it. 

I love movies, always have & always will. Still, for the most part, everything I’ve been watching for the past couple months has been personally quite underwhelming. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed the movies I’ve seen nor that they weren’t good, that’s not the case at all. I’m not sure if this is a me thing, if I just haven’t been in the right headspace or mood and whatnot, I just personally haven’t been connecting with films like I used to.
Hoard absolutely smacked me out of that slump. 

It might be the shock factor and the discomfort this made me feel. Might even be that the movie found me at the right place and time in my life. I’m honestly not sure what it is about Hoard specifically, of all movies, that touched me so deeply. What I do know is that I’m beyond pleased to be feeling this way. 

Everything about this is so fascinating. The raw portrayal of mental illness, hoarding — a not so often explored topic in media — being the subject in question, the fact that it is written & directed by a woman (Luna Carmoon take your flowers!!).

I think what charms me most about this picture though, is the genuine care. The attentiveness to detail, the regard taken by all those involved into depicting such a gut wrenching reality with so much precision and caution. I swear I could feel the awareness of the responsibility that comes with sharing these stories through the screen.
Just wow! Absolutely beautiful.