that one clip of an old woman, probably comparitvely poor, running a popcorn stand in a busy touristy area, having her stand accidentaly set on fire, her only economic tie, half-crying in russian so you can never be sure of the depth of her screamed words, was the saddest footage i’ve seen this week.

but also HAHA FAIL. IN YOUR FACE GRANDMA. FAIL FAIL FAIL. HAHAHAHAHA

is her just being a massive troll obvious only to me? I feel like i’m living in crazy town.

I actually was so on board with the opening scene of pulling glass out of your head with no blood. That could be the start of a really intense psychology probing art film.

But then it was because, like superpowers, or college or something? Nah. Nahhhhh.

I watched this high last night. And I’ve never wanted someone to just DIAL IT DOWN more in my life.

Am I alone in not assigning any weight whatsoever to “cultural re-appropriation” outrage, when the re-appropriated item is something with absolutely ZERO gravitas.

White people wearing native american headdresses? Absolutely that’s messed up.

But a dance that a guy invented for a Puff Daddy music video, with vague similarities to an ethiopian dance, but that is mostly basing it on what drunk people kind of look like? Let’s maybe relax.

In 10th grade. our teacher would have “How you doing? Fridays” where he would ask everyone how they were doing. I got so sick of it by the end, that one Friday I responded deadpan as a joke “I’m thinking about killing myself, Mr. Caswell.”

And nobody laughed. And the teacher was very concerned, until I explained after class that it was a joke, and then he gave me detention.

This is a 100% true story of one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. But it’s also a metaphor or something.

“An aerosol that sprays particles of dark chocolate into your mouth”

That was a really unfortunate time to use the only footage they had of a black man.

Sam Waterson has to make some sacrifices if he wants to push that new debate format for the presidential candidates.

99% of movies aren’t shared communal experiences where everyone experiences a temporary unspoken connection with the strangers around them.

I think that communal argument is bullshit. People bonding through a screening of The Raven? Give me a break.
Maybe this happens with the big blockbusters with marketing that we’ve all been culturally immersed and saturated in, one liners dripping off our skin.

But even then, most of the time you are sitting there in silence for two hours, at best asking someone if the seats next to them are taken.

Maybe let’s say between 13-25 or something.
Unless you’re accusing babies of being willfully ignorant of the societal framework of racial inequality.

In which case, uh.

This has been up for a full half hour and no-one has posted a picture of Vin Diesel with overlapping text reading “DANCE TO YOUR OWN BEAT” yet.

Lost In Translation but I’m sure you know where you’re going