Watched 'Portrait of a Lady on Fire' which moved me deeply on both artistic and emotional levels. Can see it becoming part of my ritualistic sapphic cry movie evenings
The contrast in quality compared to "Ammonite", a movie predestined to be enjoyed by me (fossils, queers, social recluses, Saoirse Ronan, Kate Winslett), is staggering though. Ammonite so desperately wishes it could be Portrait of a Lady on Fire but has none of its truthfulness and elegance, nor does it possess the same prosaic strength.
Unstoppable shitposting engine.
It's unsurprising how much it connects with me, considering the obvious Mulholland Drive influences, as well as, yk, the general queerness