brat pitt’s review published on Letterboxd:
an instant new favorite! so many themes are swirling around here — forgiveness, repression, isolation, regret, primal instinct, mistakes, atonement, self-destruction, cycles of violence and abuse — and they’re all different shades of the same color.
the character of moll (jessie buckley 😍) exemplifies our worst instincts: hurtling headfirst towards something you know is gonna hurt your feelings, or pouring all your love into the first thing that looks at you with an intention so inviting, so arresting, that you forget to look up at the vultures circling. desire makes you stupid even when you’re smart!
this one goes out to anyone else who has ever listened to portions for foxes by rilo kiley on repeat (past me, present me, you, potentially future you)